MTL - Not Spare the Years-Chapter 97

Many years ago, at the beginning, what kind of way did they get along?

Mu Xueyi suddenly realized that too long had passed.

More than seven years.

Seems like... even remembering some details, it's hard to capture that feeling.

Zhou Zhenyue kissed her side face and said, "You haven't eaten yet. I'll take you to the restaurant in town to eat something hot?"

Very gentle tone, the most gentle tone in these days.

Mu Xueyi nodded and whispered, "Well."

"Pick up your umbrella, let's put it back in the car, hold an umbrella, and go to dinner together, okay?"

"it is good."

Mu Xueyi picked up the walking stick and the umbrella on the ground and put it in one hand.

Zhou Zhenyue reached out to her and said:

"Come here, next to me."

She paused, then lowered her voice again.

"...Little girl."

Mu Xueyi was stunned.

The dusty memory deep in my heart broke out of the cocoon with the sound of "little girl", rolling and wreaking havoc in my mind.

The first time I saw Zhou Zhenyue, she was a fresh graduate.

At that time, she was young and inexperienced, wearing a cream-yellow short dress, carrying a blue schoolbag, and her curly hair around her ears was braided into a very beautiful little braid.

The braid was tied with a small daisy's head rope, and was draped with the other scattered hair on the shoulders, like a cute little jellyfish that fell into the seaweed.

That day, she was waiting on Zhou Zhenyue's way from get off work, holding a gift box, thinking nervously about how to chat with this legendary cold chairman Zhou.

Obviously Zhou Zhenyue is only three years older than her.

But she was too student-like, and Zhou Zhenyue had been the chairman of the board for several years. When she appeared in front of her, a capable gray coat and black suit made her look like a kindergarten child.

When she handed Zhou Zhenyue a gift, Xiao Ai next to Zhou Zhenyue gave her a fierce tut:

"Little girl, go away."

Perhaps Zhou Zhenyue heard into the subconscious.

Later, when Zhou Zhenyue talked to her, she always called her "little girl".

called for a long time.

After a long, long time, he changed his name to "Xueyi".

At that time, her name was Zhou Zhenyue, not "Ayue".

She is not so bold, and she is called such a small name as soon as they meet.

At that time, what she called was-

Sister Moon.

Thinking of this, Mu Xueyi couldn't help but smile, stretched out her hand, and held Zhou Zhenyue's five fingers.

"Then you have to hold me well, Sister Yue."

Zhou Zhenyue let go of her hand.

He turned to pull up his coat, and put Mu Xueyi into his clothes, letting the front of the coat rest on Mu Xueyi's shoulders. Warm and warm, tight and solid, sticking with her.

This time, the snow clothes can't get any wind and rain.

Mu Xueyi hugged Zhou Zhenyue's waist, leaning on a cane in the other hand, and walked slowly.

Zhou Zhenyue accommodated her pace and walked slowly with her.

That wipe only exists in the memory, the erratic, elusive emotion...

It seems that because of these "little girl" and "sister Yue", she suddenly caught it.

Mu Xueyi completely forgot the fact that he was 30 years old, and immersed himself in the atmosphere of old things.

It was as if she was still a student in her early twenties who had nothing to do with anything.

Zhou Zhenyue... is still the one with a cold face and warm heart, don't worry, big sister.

After locking the car, they walked into the town.

It was getting late, and only a few restaurants were still open.

The town is very old, and there are no high-rise buildings, with blue bricks and black tiles. In the gloomy rainscape, the window lattices and doors are glowing with warm orange lights. The raindrops fell into the puddles along the eaves, causing small splashes one after another.

They all like to eat steamed buns, so they went to a noodle shop that still sells steamed buns.

It was too late, the boss opened the bun cage and said helplessly:

"Sorry, there's only one siomai left, what else do you want?"

Shaomai is very similar to steamed buns, but with glutinous rice as the filling and glutinous noodles as the skin, it is salty and fragrant and soft and glutinous. Zhou Zhenyue, who doesn't like sweets, has always liked it.

Mu Xueyi: "Yes. Please have another bowl of fried noodles and a bowl of spicy noodles."

Boss: "Okay!"

Zhou Zhenyue sat next to Mu Xueyi, took a pair of disposable chopsticks, carefully scraped it back and forth, and scraped off the wood thorns and scum on it.

"Do you remember that I like to eat noodles?" She lowered her eyes and smiled warmly.

Mu Xueyi also smiled: "How can you forget, I used to give you a bento, and you threw it away every time, only once, I made spicy noodles with a lot of chili, you eat it cleanly ."

Zhou Zhenyue couldn't help recalling the lunches that Mu Xueyi once made for her.

In fact, she doesn't like eating noodles that much.

It was just before the box of small noodles that she didn't realize her feelings for Mu Xueyi.

She couldn't remember exactly what was the moment when she realized her feelings. But she remembered that on the day the noodles were delivered, even though the bowl of noodles contained a lot of exaggerated chopped peppers, she ate the noodles while crying.

Not moved to cry.

It's just plain crying.

After being together, Mu Xueyi cooks for her, sometimes adding more peppers.

She ate it with all her face, and couldn't bear to refuse.

Later, she ate too much spicy food, and she gradually became a habit.

"Habits", together with "likes", are always confusing.

Anyway, you can't leave it, that's right.

Inseparable from the pepper.

Especially the peppers made by Mu Xueyi are inseparable.

Siu Mai and two bowls of noodles were served.

It was steaming hot, and the surroundings felt a little warmer.

Zhou Zhenyue wiped her hands with a wet towel, picked up the siomai, and broke it in half.

She lifted the more half and handed it to Mu Xueyi's mouth.

"Come, have a bite."

Mu Xueyi didn't give in, and ate it obediently.

After eating it, she saw that Zhou Zhenyue's fingertips were still stained with a few grains of glutinous rice. She didn't think much about it, she lightly opened her lips, took her fingertips, and licked the few grains of glutinous rice down.

Zhou Zhenyue retracted her fingers, lowered her head, and naturally sipped her fingertips again.

The intimacy of a husband and wife.

There is no disgust for each other's saliva, and there is no ambiguity of hooking up, just a small daily act.

The fried noodles had to be mixed. The bowl was too big, and it was difficult for Mu Xueyi to mix it with his right hand. The gloves already have some limitations, and the little finger is always a little out of control, not staying where it should be.

Zhou Zhenyue stretched out her hand, "I'll help you."

Mu Xueyi pushed the bowl over.

Hearing the sound of the sticky noodles being stirred, accompanied by the crisp and pleasant sound of rain outside the door, Mu Xueyi was stunned for a while.

Thoughts go away.

Walked back slowly.

Both fantasy and real.

Make people frivolous.

She glanced at Zhou Zhenyue, lowered her eyelashes, and looked at her right hand.

a long time.

She raised her left hand, grabbed the right glove, and took it off gently.

She casually put her right hand on the corner of the table.

The slender five fingers are pale that have never seen the sun all the year round. Under the thin and somewhat transparent skin, clear blue blood vessels are pressed.

The slender branches of the blood vessels undulate in the round bones and delicate tendons.

like a dark stream.

Puncture the snow-covered Mount Fuji.

Zhou Zhenyue raised her eyes inadvertently and was stunned when she saw Mu Xueyi taking off her gloves.

His eyes flicked over the backs of her hands and fingers.

It landed on the hideous scar at the base of the little finger.

Mu Xueyi stared at Zhou Zhenyue, examining the emotions in her eyes.

like waiting for trial.

The little finger couldn't help being implicated by the nerve, and shrank slightly.

"Do you feel ugly?" she asked very gently.

Zhou Zhenyue looked back, picked up the disposable plastic cup, and took a sip of hot water.

"...You should take off more gloves. After wearing them for a long time, the skin color of this hand is a little whiter than the other."

Mu Xueyi couldn't help laughing: "Sister Yue's focus is only on her skin color?"

"I paid attention to many places," Zhou Zhenyue put down the water glass, her lower lip was stained with wet water marks, her voice was as moist and soft as her lips, "but this is the only thought in my mind."

Mu Xueyi pursed her lips and curled her fingers unconsciously.

Curled up.

Slowly relaxed again.

Zhou Zhenyue handed her the mixed noodles.

"Little girl," she put the scraped chopsticks on the edge of the bowl of fried noodles, "eat well, don't think too much."

Mu Xueyi picked up the heavy bowl and touched the pure gold handcuffs on his wrist with the porcelain bowl.

She picked up a large chopstick noodles and stuffed it into her mouth.

Tears secretly flowed down under the cover of the bowl and mixed with the noodles.

Many years ago, Zhou Zhenyue always said such things to her.

- "Little girl, don't think too much."

- "Everything is mine."

Mu Xueyi snorted and continued to shove her face into her mouth.

… eat well.

Otherwise, I don't want anything else.

After dinner, when they got back to the car, it was already half past nine in the evening.

It's too late, and it's raining again, so it's not a good choice to drive at night. They also need rest.

So they chose a comfortable position in the back seat to lie down, pressed the window, listened to the sound of the rain outside, and planned to sleep in the car for the night.

Mu Xueyi was nestled in Zhou Zhenyue's arms, covered with a thick blanket and their two coats. The weight of blankets and coats brings down-to-earth warmth.

"...Actually, at the beginning, I didn't want to wear a glove every day."

Mu Xueyi put her arms around Zhou Zhenyue's waist, trying to tell her about the sporadic events of the past year.

"But there will always be people staring at my hand, just like someone with a scar on her face, when you look at her face, you can't help but look at that scar one more time."

"I know that most people are not malicious, they are just out of instinct."

"But I'm always very sensitive. Even if I know that they have no malicious intentions, I feel a little bit... it will be a little sad."

Zhou Zhenyue touched Mu Xueyi's head, "So you put gloves on yourself?"

Mu Xueyi chuckled: "It happens to be my right hand. I have a problem with my right leg and I have to lean on a cane. Others will think that I wear it to reduce the friction of my palms."

Zhou Zhenyue: "Then you take it off now, aren't you afraid others will see you?"

Mu Xueyi was quiet for a moment, then whispered, "...Actually...I'm still afraid."

Zhou Zhenyue rubbed Mu Xueyi's long hair and looked out the window.

Only the fine sound of raindrops falling to the ground remained in the air.

After a while, Mu Xueyi fell asleep vaguely. The weight of the body sank and the breathing became lighter.

Zhou Zhenyue looked at her in the dark, pursing her lips tightly.

After a long while, she gently held Mu Xueyi's right hand, raised her index finger slightly, and held up the scarred little finger.

Eyes fell on it.

stay for a long time.

She touched her index finger and calmly took off the white jade ring that had never left her body for more than 30 years.

Then quietly, he put the ring on Mu Xueyi's little finger.

The jade ring was there, just right, covering the scar.

Her index finger was thin, and Xueyi's little finger was slightly thicker due to the superimposition of the replanted scars, so the ring fit unexpectedly when she put it on.

Zhou Zhenyue wrapped Mu Xueyi's right hand with her right hand, and gently folded up this meaningful gift that she only dared to give her when she was asleep.

He closed his eyes and hugged the person in his arms.

"...cover it, don't be afraid."

She whispered softly in her sleeping ear.

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