MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 56

Today's wontons still have a special taste, which is particularly ironed.

There was a peaceful atmosphere of life floating around, which once again injected a sense of reality into the word "marriage" that had appeared in Chi Xueyan's life for a year.

There are a few strands of seaweed and shredded egg floating in the clear soup, and the white wonton wrapper is wrapped with a small piece of meat filling, swirling together with the shrimp skin in the bowl, it is light and delicious.

Chi Xueyan was obviously just eating small wontons, but it seemed that he had tasted more flavors related to breakfast.

The scribbled sandwiches he made without fried eggs and tomatoes, the Peugeot sandwiches made by He Qiao with rich and colorful ingredients, the fried dumplings he bought in the university cafeteria across the road, the fried dumplings that He Qiao made at home, and the next Dumplings with a different recipe...

There are countless pearls related to taste scattered in memory.

Those scattered pearls are connected in series, like butterflies dragging the time, it is the smallest and longest storm.

So at this moment, Chi Xueyan is sitting here eating this bowl of small wontons.

He lived such a life that he had never imagined, and no other.

Chi Xueyan finished her breakfast while distracted, and then commented sincerely: "The salty wontons are better."

The bowl of sweet wontons he ate during his spring trip was a bit too shocking, and he still remembers it fresh.

The lover sitting opposite felt the same way and nodded.

After breakfast, we went to work together.

The driver standing aside with a smile, the palm blocking the top of the door, the large and comfortable rear seat.

"How did you manage to eat it all that day?"

Chi Xueyan curiously asked the people around him who didn't like sweets.

"I can't remember, it must be very painful."

That's the answer from someone who doesn't have a sweet tooth but ate a whole bowl of sweet wontons.

Chi Xueyan tried to imagine that feeling: "It must be hard, you eat so slowly."

So the brain automatically erases the painful details.

"Well, I should listen to your advice and buy buns." He Qiao said, "I hope the buns there are not sweet."

The scenery on both sides of the window flies backwards, and the chatter in the back seat is far from the edge.

"Do you want to travel to that city in the future?"

"I want to go again next summer, do you want to go?"

Chi Xueyan joked, "Next time is next year's autumn?"

As always, he guessed the meaning between the lover's words, and also guessed the answer to the riddle of the changing seasons.

"Because you said that Endless Summer can bloom from spring to autumn."

He Qiao's tone was serious as if he was flipping through a business plan.

"It is necessary to verify it on the spot."

The blinds were closed, and light flooded the entire office in an instant.

Chi Xueyan stood at the window, looking at the familiar back in front of the outdoor chair in the coffee shop opposite the office building.

He looked at it for a while, and before changing into a white coat, he took out his mobile phone and searched for the names of the two flowers.

He who has a wide range of interests may remember the flowering period of a certain flower, its morphological characteristics and geographical distribution, and even some special cultivation methods.

But never caring about the acquired meanings that are artificially endowed.

Now, he suddenly wanted to know the vulgar flower language.

Anniversaries that used to be considered vulgar and boring.

His clear eyes fell on the phone screen full of text, and after a while, a smile appeared in his eyes.

Under the curious gaze of assistant Xiao Yu, Chi Xueyan left the window, put on a white coat that belonged to a dentist, and started today's work calmly.

Receive visiting patients, coax children, and tell stories.

The air is filled with the hallucinatory fragrance of flowers, and ordinary days are never the same again.

This morning three hundred and sixty-five days ago, he and He Qiao finished eating small wontons at the breakfast shop and went to buy a car together.

Accompanied by the acquainted salesman enthusiastically, Chi Xueyan asked the people around him who were still strangers at that time: "Which color do you want?"

His own is a sea-deep sapphire blue, a very beautiful color.

According to the aesthetics of car dealers, the other three colors of this sports car are also quite classic and beautiful: elegant snowy white, calm polar night black, and flamboyant flame red.

Anyway, they are all good, so when Chi Xueyan bought it himself, he directly picked a color that can pick up the car the fastest.

Now that the colors are complete, he can't guess which one He Qiao will choose.

Based on his understanding of He Qiao's character at that time, blue, white, and black are all possible.

The next second, the people around him answered him: "Red."

He Qiao chose Flaming Red, which looked the least like him.

It was also the color that looked most like Chi Xueyan.

That is the first detail of love.

He taught it to He Qiao.

At noon three hundred and sixty-five days later, Chi Xueyan and He Qiao had lunch together at the restaurant of the media company.

Then, he returned to the clinic for a lunch break and tried and failed to execute the rooming strategy.

He really wants to go rock climbing on weekends.

I haven't had the energy to play extreme sports for a long time, and I haven't gathered with Ren Xuan for a long time.

Although he is now in a relationship and married, Chi Xueyan still has his own personal life, he will not be tied to He Qiao all the time, they have different hobbies and their own friends.

He would not let He Qiao try strange and dangerous sports for himself, just like He Qiao would not ask him to read the difficult business books on the bedside table.

Chi Xueyan would still go to Wang Shaojing's SCA bar alone, and would still go to the cinema with his bad friend Su Yu to watch bad movies. He Qiao never interfered, but would come to pick him up late at night.

But every time he went out to play with Mr. Ren, all kinds of accidents always happened.

Sometimes Ren Xuan's school came to him for impromptu business, sometimes Chi Xueyan's parents suddenly called him home for dinner, and sometimes He Qiao needed to bring his partner to attend the dinner party.

So the chat page between the two people was once full of repeated "Sorry, I'm dove again" and "Next time".

This time too.

Before taking a lunch break at his desk, Chi Xueyan received a message from He Qiao who had just separated.

It is a news link: "This year's No. 6 typhoon will officially land in this province this weekend..."

[He Qiao: There is a typhoon on the weekend, so it is not suitable for outdoor sports. ]

[Shahryar:  …]

Chi Xueyan looked at the freshly released weather news and sighed sincerely.

It is indeed time for the typhoon season in this city recently, and he forgot to consider this before.

Although it was force majeure caused by the weather this time, he missed appointments again and again, and he almost felt that he was cursed.

Chi Xueyan, who is quite rebellious, wants to break this curse.

[Shahryar: Can't climb anymore, but don't want to pigeon anymore. ]

[Shahryar: I'm going to go to the indoor gym instead, or have a meal. ]

[Shahryar: I have almost forgotten what Teacher Ren looks like. ]

Always calm and rational, never jealous lover, as always, no objection.

Instead, carefully remind him of the weather at night.

[He Qiao: It might rain tonight, so I have an umbrella in the car. ]

And a greeting for clearly understanding his biological clock.

[He Qiao: Good afternoon. ]

In the afternoon, before Chi Xueyan fell asleep, he thought in a daze: At this moment a year ago, he and He Qiao should have just walked into the law firm where Su Yu worked.

The sunny agreement was full of complicated and formal sentences, and He Qiao carefully read them one by one.

Property is independent before and after marriage, and private life does not interfere with each other. Chi Xueyan cannot unilaterally file for divorce...

He Qiao didn't raise any objection, and signed with his future partner successively.

Then, they left the law firm to get a marriage certificate.

The sunset that day was pink.

Same today.

Chi Xueyan bid farewell to the last little patient, and the assistant began to pack up the equipment.

At the end of the day's work, he took off his gloves and mask, threw them into the trash can, washed his hands carefully, and turned his head to look out the window.

There is a vague density floating in the evening sky, and the air is scattered particles, rendering the daily landscape into an oil painting-like texture.

Before the rain came at night and the sun was still bright, the man who was walking across the zebra crossing raised his head as if feeling something, and glanced at the high window.

On the wide and clean long street in summer, the maple trees all over the street are still green, but in his arms he holds a bouquet of the most romantic and colorful roses, each of which is as red as a flame, swept into the wind like a love poem.

That is the second detail of love.

It was an assignment handed in by a good student, He Qiao.

After receiving the certificate, the red sports car full of roses stopped in front of his house.

Three hundred and sixty-five days later, Chi Xueyan once again saw He Qiao walking towards him with a rose.

He thought of the two lines of text that he stood by the window in the morning and searched separately.

The flower language of red rose is I love you, every day.

The flower language of endless summer is the expected reunion and happy marriage.

It sounds vulgar, but beautiful.

Dr. Chi, who was wearing a white shirt, left the consulting room and walked towards his lover who came to pick him up from get off work on time.

Colleagues passing by cast curious or envious glances at this place.

An exceptionally well-matched lover, and a bouquet of roses in full bloom.

Zhai Anan, who was sitting at the front desk, waved goodbye to them with bright eyes: "Happy first anniversary!"

She made an appointment with Li Feifei, and they will patronize that expensive high-end restaurant together in the future.

The scenery there is really beautiful.

On the anniversary of the first wedding anniversary, after the pink dusk, the candlelight dinner came as scheduled.

Sitting by the window of a high-rise sky restaurant, looking out through the glass, is a grand night view of the whole city with bright lights.

The guests talked softly, the music was romantic and soothing, and there were fresh red roses in vases on the table.

There is no high-profile private room, no special ceremony, and it is as usual as the last time I came here.

But in Chi Xueyan's opinion, this is the most romantic anniversary dinner.

Because the last time I came to this restaurant, the person sitting across from him was He Qiao who had a crush on him.

It's just that he didn't know it that day.

He casually talked about his weekend arrangements and wanted to go to the cinema to watch a bad movie, but his parents were on a business trip, and he didn't know if Lawyer Su, who was busy dating, was free.

He Qiao, who was gradually regarded as a friend by him, took the initiative to ask: "If Su Yu is not free, do you want me to accompany you?"

Hearing the other party's seemingly normal tone, he also responded normally: "Okay, then I won't ask him."

The night view outside the window was like a dream, and He Qiao, who was sitting opposite, nodded and said, "I will buy the tickets in advance."

At that moment, Chi Xueyan thought, he looked like he was looking forward to a wonderful movie.

At this moment, Chi Xueyan thought, what he was really looking forward to at that time was going to the movies with the person he liked for the first time.

So when the dinner was coming to an end, Chi Xueyan no longer turned his head to admire the flickering night scene outside the window, but stared at his companion who had completely changed his identity now.

Later, they have gone to the cinema to watch many movies together.

Sometimes I buy hollow fries, sometimes I buy different flavors of popcorn.

They all make clear and unforgettable sounds in the dark air.

Together with thoughts about the plot of the movie, and the occasional warmth of interlocking fingers at the corner of the clothes, deep or shallow memories are written.

On Christmas Eve, Chi Xueyan took He Qiao back to his alma mater and took risks in the gap of time.

On the first anniversary, He Qiao learned his way of arranging festivals and took him to relive his old dreams.

Love is a game that gives brilliant meaning to banal memory.

He likes this game.

The waiter brought the dessert, and Chi Xueyan ate the sweet pudding and asked, "What are you going to do after dinner?"

After a while, He Qiao responded: "I bought a movie ticket, but the reviews are not very exciting, and it's not too bad. If you feel bored, you can go home and play games."

He didn't ask for dessert, and was looking at the night scene outside the window, as if he was distracted.

Compared with movies or games, Chi Xueyan is more curious about why He Qiao in front of him is distracted.

He followed He Qiao's gaze and asked at the same time, "What are you thinking?"

Outside the window is the bustling and gorgeous city scene at night, nothing special.

Just as the weather forecast suggested, it began to rain accurately.

This was the prelude to the typhoon that ruined his climbing plan.

…he hates this typhoon.

A little bit of rain flew over the glass window, and the light lingered on it, blurring the emotions in the lover's eyes.

In the mottled water marks, Chi Xueyan began to lose sight of each other's reflections, so he looked away again.

At the same time, He Qiao replied, "I'm thinking about a question that I've been thinking about for a long time."

"what is the problem?"

"When we first met, introduce yourself."

Chi Xueyan was a little dazed, and it took him a while to find that nonsense joke from his memory: "The sentence about obtaining the certificate?"

—"I have a hot temper and sleep and snort countless exes, all of which have not been deleted. If you can accept it, we will get the certificate on the spot."

He himself didn't quite remember what he said, anyway, it was something that ordinary people could not accept, because at that time he wanted to make a quick decision and persuade the blind date to leave as soon as possible.

He Qiao actually still remembered.

And quietly verified the authenticity.

There is only one point that he cannot verify by himself.

Therefore, Chi Xueyan heard his calm voice: "You have a good temper, and you sleep very quietly."

His gaze fell into his restless eyes.

"So...the ex really didn't delete it?"

Amidst the soothing and melodious music, the movement of eating pudding stopped, and the silver spoon gently bumped against the edge of the bowl.

He Qiao was astonished when he saw Chi Xueyan's eyes.

The pure astonishment immediately turned into a crystal clear smile.

"It's all just a joke. I have never had an ex." He couldn't help laughing, "There is only one incumbent."

He is in love for the first time.

In fact, He Qiao had already guessed this point, but the feeling of hearing the other party's confession was still different.

Reason told him that whether it was his ex or something else, it was a matter of the past and had nothing to do with the present. It was Chi Xueyan's freedom, and he shouldn't ask about it.

However, sensibility cannot be ignored at all.

He has cared about this matter for a long time.

Even if it's just an extremely slim possibility.

Chi Xueyan seemed to find this matter very interesting, and continued in a teasing tone: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

He Qiao really asked further: "Why did you give me the note of Little Eleven?"

Chi Xueyan never avoided him when using his mobile phone. He had seen this note many times until it was changed to "He Qiao" last night.

"Because you are the eleventh blind date I know."

He explained in a calm tone: "At first, I made such a note out of habit, but later I never thought of a suitable title, so I forgot to change it."

It is customary to make such remarks.

He Qiao suddenly thought of another person who had been numbered in the same way: "Ren Xuan is also a blind date?"

"Yes, but we've always been just friends, and he doesn't like me, and I don't like him either."

After Chi Xueyan finished speaking, she suddenly realized something strange belatedly.

Shortly after the wedding, he changed the note to Ren Xuan.

At that time, he and He Qiao were far less intimate than they are now, and there should be very few chances to see his mobile phone screen.

Chi Xueyan showed surprise: "How do you know he is too?"

"I saw the note you gave him on the wedding day." He Qiao said, "You received his call, and then put down your phone to pick him up."

Facing this unexpected answer, Chi Xueyan was stunned for several seconds.

It turned out that He Qiao had misunderstood so early on.

...He seemed to suddenly understand why his plans with Ren Xuanqiu always fell through.

Someone did it on purpose.

The lovers who had finished the dinner left the restaurant one after another, and the sound of laughter and conversation resounded in the stormy night.

The cinema is not far away, so it's time for a simple walk after dinner.

Walking to the place where there will be no shelter from the eaves, He Qiao opened the umbrella, and the people around him who were holding his arms were still carefully recalling the moments that he had ignored in the ordinary life of the past.

On the way home after playing, He Qiao, who came to pick him up, heard that Ren Xuan was in a relationship. After a brief silence, he asked a somewhat weird question: "What mood are you in?"

The teacher who taught foreign literature gave a hardcover collection of foreign fairy tales as a wedding gift. Later, Chi Xueyan often found that the book appeared in places that were difficult to find, and he once thought he had misplaced it.

And at noon today, the weather news specially sent to him reminded him that there was a typhoon on the weekend and it was not suitable for outdoor sports.

Thinking of this, Chi Xueyan suddenly withdrew her thoughts, and said softly, "I always thought you had never been jealous."

With He Qiao's character, it seems that even in a relationship, he can be rational and calm, and his judgment will not be affected by his emotions.

It turned out to be a well-disguised illusion.

"You are really tolerant." He smiled and called his lover's name, "He Qiao."

The man holding the umbrella handle looked down at him.

Chi Xueyan under the umbrella happened to look up at the rain falling beside the eaves, with a smile on his pale lips: "Will the typhoon this weekend be bigger than last year's day?"

Similar wind and rain set the time back to the days in memory.

Chi Xueyan once kept a day with the correct answer.

At this moment, He Qiao finally suddenly understood what was the most suitable thing to do at this moment.

On that day, Chi Xueyan wanted to throw away the umbrella and kiss him, even though the relationship was framed by the agreement and they had never talked about love.

But he was holding the quiet and neat black umbrella all the time, restraining the inexplicable emotions surging in his heart, and quietly waiting for the answer to be revealed.

He shouldn't have waited for an answer.

No need for an umbrella like that either.

"I've been jealous for a long time."

The lover who was always gentle and reserved in the past confessed his jealousy and possessiveness in a low voice for the first time.

In the long and endless summer night, the strong wind blows the ribs of the umbrella, the umbrella surface is flying, and the rain is dripping.

"I don't want to bear it any longer."

The black umbrella suddenly drifted into the wind, and his slender fingers clasped the back of Chi Xueyan's neck. In the heavy rain without spectators, He Qiao lowered his head and imprinted that irrational kiss belatedly.

With all his reason, he bowed his head to the king.