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When the twilight is mixed with the city lights into a warm yellow, like fresh cream; when the home is filled with beautiful and soft music, Wang Ying, together with the attractive dinner he cooked carefully and the beautiful boy in the stroller next to him, Waiting for Rousang to return. The busyness and hustle and bustle of the day settled down, and I forgot the moment when all the street lights were lighted up quietly, as if a dream had appeared. In the darkening night sky, the lights in the distance are neatly arranged, like flowers, subtle and delicate, making the air transparent. The petals are connected with the light of the day that is about to disappear, reflecting the windows of the high-rise buildings in the city.
During this peaceful time, even the baby stared at the windowpane in a daze. His divinity emits another light in the soft light, stopping time and condensing here. The colorful brilliance of the city shone in his eyes, distant and light. He is waiting for his life.
Wang Ying sat in front of the piano and gently played Chopin's Nocturne. His fingers are light, the music seems to come from afar, from the depths of time, each note is both strong and transparent. He is also waiting
At this moment, Rousang stepped out of the elevator on the 9th floor with brisk steps, and returned with the city's settled daytime breath. Wang Ying left the piano, turned on the stereo, and the music began to flow in the room. This is how he greeted her. She stood at the door, said "Hey!" to Wang Ying, hung up her handbag, changed her shoes, kissed the baby to make him giggle, and went to her room to change.
After that, she put on the clothes at home, light rose color, spun out lightly, and sat gracefully at one end of the dining table, sighing in comfort, opposite Wang Ying. She is neither his wife nor the boy's mother, but when she sits down, she constitutes a picture of the happy life of this beautiful and harmonious family.
She still has the aftermath of the city's rush hour noise in her mind, and the delicious soup warms and comforts her stomach. Delicate stir-fried vegetables were paired with lightly smoked red wine, and she felt that she and he, the little child, and everything in the room were shaking and falling in the waves of beautiful music
Wang Ying said: "Try this, wheat baked, Chaozhou cuisine, I just learned how to cook."
She tasted it: "It's delicious. Then I won't eat, and I will eat wheat braised, okay?"
"Today's rice has little water and it's very muscular. Why don't you eat half a bowl."
"Um."
Rousang is hungry and has a good appetite, but she controls the speed of her eating, just like a child who is reluctant to eat up the lollipop in his hand. She made a slight chewing sound, he looked at her silently, she looked at him too, and they both smiled. What she chews is a kind of peaceful and harmonious happiness, a warm feeling of home, perfect tacit understanding and wordless love.
She said softly: "Do you know, the food you cook is very nourishing!"
What she wants to express is the psychological comfort and enjoyment brought by delicious and delicate dishes.
"Eat more, you have lost weight recently."
After the meal, she quickly cleared the dining table and went to the kitchen. He came to help, but she stopped him.
"Hey, go prepare yours, it's getting late."
He said: "No need to prepare, I will not go to work tonight."
"Why?"
He was about to explain, but he stared fixedly at the central garden in the distance outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and remained silent.
Seeing his serious face, she asked, "What's the matter?"
"Maybe it's nothing. After meeting Li Yao, I've always been a little nervous these days. Whenever there's trouble, I'll"
"What's the matter?"
"Come here." He pulled her to the French window, "Look at that man, I saw him when I was cooking, and he is still there now. And I feel that he has been looking at us."
Roussan brought a telescope and watched it in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the shot, a skinny teenager is holding a flower in his hand. When he wanders under the bright street light, the light illuminates the rose in his hand, which is in full bloom. He kept looking up.
Rou Sang smiled: "It's okay, it's Xiao Han."
"Is that the little writer who can't figure out time and space?"
"It's him."
"He came to you"
Rousang interrupted him: "I've only seen his picture, but not him. He said he was coming to me."
"I estimate that he stayed for at least an hour."
Rousang thought for a while, and said to Wang Ying, "I'll go down and see him."
After Rousang went to the garden, Wang Ying couldn't help looking upstairs. He saw Xiaohan running towards her immediately when he saw Rousang, and opened his arms to hug her, but Rousang didn't hug him but supported him. She was probably explaining something to him, and he kept shaking his head. However?Sent it, delivered it today. When she was on the road, I was worried about being broken by those rude porters at the airport. Now it seems that my worry was unnecessary, and she is fine. "
Rousang knelt down and stroked the mermaid: "It's so perfect!"
"Come on, Rousang, please sit down on the piano bench."
Rousang sat obediently in front of the piano.
"Look, she is right next to you. When you play the piano, she will listen quietly. By the way, you must know her story."
"Of course I know, I read Andersen's fairy tales when I was a child, and I can recite all of "The Daughter of the Sea"!"
"Great, Rousang, she is the most beautiful woman in the hearts of our people. Do you know why I gave you a mermaid?"
"This gift is too grand, yeah, why? Tell me!"
"Because" Watson stopped suddenly, "I want to tell you later."
Rousang said: "Then, what should I give you in return? Do you like the batik paintings from my hometown Guizhou?"
Rosang led Watson to a batik painting hanging on the wall.
Watson murmured: "It's so mysterious and beautiful. Put it away first and give it to me later."
Rousang asked: "Why?"
But Watson didn't answer, walked to the piano and lifted the cover, and began to play a piece of music, flowing like clouds and water.
Although it is the first time I listen to it, Rousang feels very familiar with this song, which is empty and far away.
Watson turned his head and said to Rousang who was sitting beside the piano: "This is Kitaro's "Tianzhu".
"Thanks!"
Watson continued: "Kitaro is Japanese, but he is fascinated by Chinese culture. I am also a foreigner who is fascinated by Chinese culture. Not only that, but I am also fascinated by Chinese women."
Rousang turned her face away and stood up: "I'm really sorry, I forgot to make you tea."
"Okay, I like Chinese tea best."
He walked to the sofa and sat down.
Rousang brought tea, Watson looked at her: "Rousang, please forgive my presumptuousness!"
"It's nothing, you are Eagle's friend."
"I'm not only his friend, but I also want to be your friend, is that okay?"
"No problem at all."
Watson was attracted by the batik painting hanging in the living room, and couldn't help but return to the painting again, stopping for a long time.
Rousang said next to him: "If you like it, I can really give it to you."
"Ah, no, you Chinese have an old saying: A gentleman does not take what is good from others. How can I take away what you love?"
"Because you like Chinese culture so much, I am moved."
Watson turned around: "Rousang, let me tell you, I am a pretty good painter."
"oh."
"I solemnly invite you to come to my apartment and see my paintings."
"This, let's talk about it later, can you find another time in the future?"
"Okay, I won't force you. When you are free and interested, I will be there for you at any time."
"Thanks."
Rou Rou picked up the phone on the coffee table to check the time.
"Am I bothering you?" Watson asked carefully.
"No, it's just that Wang Ying went to see off a friend. It's been too long, and he arrived early for work. Hey, why, don't you all have to go to work today?"
"It's because they don't go to work, so I don't have a class. You know, the three of us are the best partners, but these days they are all on leave, and the bar is temporarily held by a Filipino band."
"Why? Why don't they come to work?"
Watson shrugged: "I don't know, they keep it secret from me."
After sending Watson away, Wang Ying came back.
"Why don't you go to work?" Rousang asked him.
Wang Ying thought about it.
"Originally, I didn't intend to tell you, lest you worry."
"What's the matter, tell me."
"Tonight, Xiao Xu, Jam, and the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Provincial Public Security Bureau went to the stronghold where the Han Brothers used to force kidnapped women into prostitution. It was a specially disguised hotel."
"It's finally the day. You have to be careful."
"Don't worry, jam is with me, he will protect me."
"Is Aha there too?"
"It should be there."
"You must be careful."
"Li Yao will cooperate with us inside."
"Is this mercenary guy reliable?"
"He is actually waiting for us to save him."
Rousang thought for a while: "A small number of people from our magazine have been assisting in the investigation of this case. It would be best if we could go to two reporters for this operation. After the case is over, we can publish a long report. I" Rousang thought Go for the action, but look at the kid in the stroller, give it a go.
"Well, I don't know how the discipline of the provincial department is going. It is said that I was specially approved."
Rousang immediately went back to her room to talk to Xiao Xu on the phone.
She came out quickly and said to Wang Ying, "They only agreed to go to one reporter."
"You don't want to go, do you?" Wang Ying looked at the children playing in the stroller.
"I sent a photojournalist with a camera gun. In such an action, photography is the most precious." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)??Be careful. "
"Li Yao will cooperate with us inside."
"Is this mercenary guy reliable?"
"He is actually waiting for us to save him."
Rousang thought for a while: "A small number of people from our magazine have been assisting in the investigation of this case. It would be best if we could go to two reporters for this operation. After the case is over, we can publish a long report. I" Rousang thought Go for the action, but look at the kid in the stroller, give it a go.
"Well, I don't know how the discipline of the provincial department is going. It is said that I was specially approved."
Rousang immediately went back to her room to talk to Xiao Xu on the phone.
She came out quickly and said to Wang Ying, "They only agreed to go to one reporter."
"You don't want to go, do you?" Wang Ying looked at the children playing in the stroller.
"I sent a photojournalist with a camera gun. In such an action, photography is the most precious." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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