Today's wonton still has a special taste, which is particularly ironed.
The atmosphere of peaceful life floats around, which once again injects a sense of reality for the word marriage that has appeared in Chi Xueyan's life for a year.
There are a few strands of seaweed and shredded eggs floating in the clear soup. The pure white wonton skin is wrapped in a small grain of meat stuffing, which is turned with the shrimp skin in the bowl, which is light and delicious.
Chi Xueyan was obviously just eating small wontons, but she seemed to taste more flavors related to breakfast.
He made a scribbled sandwich without fried eggs and tomatoes, He Qiao made a beautiful Peugeot sandwich with rich ingredients, he crossed the road to the fried dumplings bought in the university canteen opposite, He Qiao's fried dumplings remade at home, and the dumplings that changed the next time...
There are countless pearls related to taste scattered in the memory.
The scattered pearls are connected in series, like butterflies pulling the swickle of time, which is the smallest and longest storm.
So at this moment, Chi Xueyan is sitting here and eating this bowl of wonton.
He lives such a life that he has never imagined, not a life other.
Chi Xueyan finished breakfast in a dastination, and then commented sincerely, "The wonton is still salty and more delicious."
The bowl of sweet wonton he ate on the spring trip was somewhat shocking, which made him still remember vividly.
The lover sitting opposite felt the same me and nodded.
After breakfast, we went to work together.
The driver standing aside with a smile blocked the palm of the car at the top of the door, and the wide and comfortable back seat of the car.
"How did you finish it all that day?"
Chi Xueyan asked curiously about the people around her who didn't like sweets.
"I can't remember clearly. It must be painful."
The person who doesn't like sweets but finished a whole bowl of sweet wontons answered him like this.
Chi Xueyan tried to imagine that feeling: "It must be very uncomfortable. You eat very slowly."
So the brain automatically erased the painful details.
"Well, I should listen to you to buy steamed buns." He Qiao said, "I hope the steamed buns there are not sweet."
The scenery on both sides of the car window flew back, and the idleness in the back seat was endless.
"Are you going 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 the autumn of the year after next?"
As always, he guessed the meaning of his lover's words and the riddle of the change of seasons.
"Because you said that endless summer can bloom from spring to autumn."
He Qiao's tone was as serious as flipping through a business plan.
"It is necessary to verify it on the spot."
The blinds were closed, and the light suddenly filled the whole office.
Chi Xueyan stood at the window and looked at the cafe under the opposite office building, and the familiar back in front of the outdoor seat.
He looked at it for a while. Before changing into a white coat, he took out his mobile phone and searched for the names of two flowers.
With a wide range of interests, he may remember the flowering period of a certain flower, its morphological characteristics and geographical distribution, and even some special cultivation methods.
But he never cares about the acquired meanings given by people.
Now, he suddenly wants to know the vulgar flower language.
An anniversary that was thought to be vulgar and boring in the past.
Clear eyes fell on the mobile phone screen full of words, and a moment later, a smile rippled in his eyes.
In the curious eyes of assistant Xiaoyu, Chi Xueyan left the window, put on the dentist's white coat, and began today's work calmly.
Receive visiting patients, coax children, and tell stories.
The air is filled with the illusory fragrance of flowers, and ordinary days become the same again.
This morning 365 days ago, he and He Qiao finished the small wonton in the breakfast shop and went to buy a car together.
The familiar salesman accompanied enthusiastically. Chi Xueyan asked the stranger around her at that time, "Which color do you want?"
His own one is as deep as the sea, gem blue, which is a beautiful color.
The car dealer's aesthetic online, the other three colors of this sports car are also quite classic and beautiful: elegant snow white, calm polar night black, and ostentatious flame red.
Anyway, it's all good, so when Chi Xueyan bought it himself, he directly chose a color that could pick up the car the fastest.
At this time, the colors are complete, but he can't guess which one He Qiao will choose.
With his understanding of Heqiao'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 the flame red that didn't look like himself the most.
It is also the color that looks most like Chi Xueyan.
That's the first detail of love.
He taught He Qiao.
At noon three hundred and sixty-five days later, Chi Xueyan and He Qiao had lunch together in the restaurant of the media company.
Then, he returned to the clinic for lunch and tried to implement the split-room strategy again and again.
He really wants to go rock climbing on the weekend.
I haven't had the energy to play extreme sports for a long time, and I haven't been together with Ren Xuan for a long time.
Although he is in love and married now, Chi Xueyan still has his own personal life. He will not be tied to He Qiao all the time. They have different hobbies and friends.
He will not let He Qiao try strange and dangerous sports for himself, just like He Qiao will not ask him to read the difficult business books on the bedside table.
Chi Xueyan will still go to Wang Shaojing's SCA bar alone, and will still go to the cinema to watch bad movies with his friend Su Yu. He Qiao never interferes, but will come to pick him up at night.
However, every time he makes an appointment with Mr. Ren to play ball, there are always all kinds of accidents.
Sometimes Ren Xuan's school has something to do with him, sometimes Chi Xueyan's parents suddenly ask him to go home for dinner, and sometimes He Qiao's dinner needs to attend with his partner.
Therefore, the chat page of the two people was once full of "I'm sorry, it's a pigeon again" and "next time".
The same is true this time.
Before the lunch break, Chi Xueyan received a message from He Qiao, who had just separated.
It's a news link: "Typhoon No. 6 this year will officially land in the province at the weekend..."
[Heqiao: There is a typhoon on the weekend, which is not suitable for outdoor sports.]
[Shahryar:...]
Chi Xueyan looked at the freshly released weather news and sighed sincerely.
It's indeed time for the typhoon season in this city recently, but he forgot to consider this before.
Although this time it was a force majeure caused by the weather, he almost felt that he was cursed after sucking the appointment again and again.
Chi Xueyan, who has a heavy rebellious mentality, wants to break this curse.
[Shahryar: I can't climb rock anymore, but I don't want to pigeon anymore.]
[Shahryar: I plan to change to the indoor gym to play ball or have a meal.]
[Shahryar: I almost forgot what Mr. Ren looks like.]
My lover, who has always been calm and rational and never jealous, has no objection as always.
Instead, it carefully reminds him of the weather at night.
[He Qiao: It may rain tonight. There is an umbrella in the car.]
And the greetings that clearly understand his biological clock.
[Heqiao: Goon.]
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 entered the law firm where Su Yu worked.
The sunny agreement was full of complicated and formal statements, and He Qiao looked at it carefully one by one.
Before marriage and after marriage, the property is independent, and private life does not interfere with each other. Chi Xueyan cannot unilaterally file for divorce...
He Qiao did not raise any objection and signed names with his future partners one after another.
Then, they left the law firm and went to get a marriage certificate.
The sunset was pink that day.
Today is the same.
Chi Xueyan said goodbye to the last little patient, and the assistant began to pack 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 of the window.
A faintly hazy density floated in the sky at dusk, and the air was scattered particles, rendering the everyday landscape into an oil painting texture.
Before the night rain came, and the sun was still bright, the man who was walking through the zebra crossing seemed to have some feeling and looked at the window at the height.
On the wide and clean summer street, the maple trees on the street are still green, but he holds a bunch of the most beautiful roses in his arms, a flame-like red, like a love poem wrapped in the wind.
That's the second detail of love.
It's the homework submitted by He Qiao, a good student.
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 roses.
He remembered the two lines of text that he stood by the window in the morning and searched for separately.
The flower language of red roses is I love you every day.
The endless summer flower language is the expected reunion and a happy marriage.
It sounds vulgar, but it's very beautiful.
Dr. Chi, who was wearing a white shirt, left the clinic and walked to his lover who came to pick him up from work on time.
Colleagues passing by cast curious or envious glances here one after another.
A particularly suitable lover, and a large bouquet of blooming roses.
Zhai An'an, who was sitting at the front desk, waved goodbye to them with bright eyes: "Happy first anniversary!"
She made an appointment with Li Feifei to visit the 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 promised.
Sitting by the window of the sky restaurant in a high-rise building and looking out through the glass, it is a grand night view of the whole city.
The guests talked softly, the music was romantic and soothing, and there were fresh red roses in the table vase.
There is no high-profile charter, no special ceremony, and it is as ordinary 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 opposite was He Qiao, who was secretly in love with him.
It's just that he didn't know this that day.
He casually talked about his weekend schedule and wanted to go to the cinema to watch bad movies, but his parents went on a business trip, and he didn't know if lawyer Su, who was busy in love, was free.
He Qiao, who was gradually regarded as his friend, took the initiative to ask, "If Su Yu is not free, do you want me to go with you?"
He listened to the other party's seemingly ordinary tone, and then responded normally: "Okay, then I won't ask him."
The night view outside the window is dreamlike. He Qiao, who is sitting opposite, nods and said, "I will buy tickets in advance."
At that moment, Chi Xueyan thought that he looked like he was looking forward to a wonderful movie.
At this moment, Chi Xueyan thought that it turned out that he was really looking forward to going to the movie with the person he liked for the first time.
Therefore, when dinner came to an end, Chi Xueyan no longer turned his head to enjoy the flashing night view outside the window, but stared at his companions who had completely changed his identity.
Later, they went to the cinema together to watch many movies.
Sometimes I buy hollow French fries, and sometimes I buy popcorn with different flavors.
They will make crisp and unforgettable sounds in the dark air.
Along with the thoughts on the plot of the movie, with the occasional temperature of fingers in the corners of the clothes, write deep or shallow memories.
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 how to arrange the festival and took him to revisit his old dreams.
Love is a game that can give brilliant meaning to ordinary memories.
He likes this kind of game.
The waiter brought the dessert after the meal. Chi Xueyan ate the sweet pudding and asked, "What are you going to do after dinner?"
After a while, He Qiao replied, "I bought a movie ticket, but the reviews are not very good, and it's not too bad. If you are bored, you can go home and play games."
He didn't want dessert. He looked at the night view 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, "What are you thinking about?"
Outside the window is the bustling and gorgeous city scene at night, and there is nothing special about it.
It's just that according to the weather forecast, it rained accurately.
This is the prelude to the typhoon that ruined his climbing plan.
...He is disgusted with the typhoon.
A little rain flew through the glass window, and the light lingered on it, blurring the emotions in the eyes of the lover.
In the mottled water marks, Chi Xueyan began to see each other's reflection clearly, so he withdrew his sight.
At the same time, He Qiao replied, "I'm thinking about a question that I've been thinking about for a long time."
"What's the problem?"
"When we first met, your self-introduction."
Chi Xueyan was a little confused, and it took him a long time to find the nonsense joke from her memory: "The sentence of the certificate?"
--"I have a hot temper and have not deleted all of my ex-boyfriends when I sleep. If you can accept it, we will get the certificate on the spot."
He didn't remember what he said. Anyway, it was unacceptable to ordinary people, because at that time, he wanted to make a quick decision and persuade the blind date as soon as possible.
He Qiao still remembers it.
And it has been verified silently.
There is only one thing that he can't verify alone.
Therefore, Chi Xueyan heard his calm voice: "You have a good temper and sleep quietly."
The eyes hit his uneasy eyes.
"So... Is it true that the ex didn't delete it?"
In the soothing music, the action of eating pudding stopped, and the silver spoon gently hit the edge of the bowl.
He Qiao was stunned when he saw Chi Xueyan's eyes.
The pure astonishment then turned into a crystal clear smile.
"That's all a joke. I don't have an ex." He couldn't help laughing and said, "There is only one incumbent."
It's his first time to fall in love.
In fact, He Qiao had already guessed this, but the feeling of hearing the other party admit with his own ears was still different.
Reason told him that whether it was his predecessor or others, it was a thing of the past and had nothing to do with the present. It was Chi Xueyan's freedom, and he should not have asked.
However, sensibility can't ignore it at all.
He has been concerned about this matter for a long time.
Even if it is only an extremely small possibility.
Chi Xueyan seemed to find this matter very interesting and continued in a mocking tone, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"
He Qiao really asked, "Why did you give me a note before Xiao Eleven?"
Chi Xueyan never avoids him when using his mobile phone. He has seen this note many times until it was modified into "Heqiao" last night.
"Because you are the eleventh blind date I know."
He explained calmly, "At first, it was a habit of remoring like this, but later, I didn't think of a suitable name, so I forgot to change it."
Habitually note.
He Qiao suddenly thought of another person who had been numbered in the same way: "Is Ren Xuan also a blind date?"
"Yes, but we have always been just friends. He doesn't like me, and I don't like him."
After Chi Xueyan finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she was strange.
Shortly after the wedding, he changed the note to Ren Xuan.
At that time, he and He Qiao were far from as close as they are now, and there should be no chance to see his mobile phone screen.
Chi Xueyan looked surprised: "How do you know that he is the same?"
"I saw your note on the wedding day." He Qiao said, "You received a call from him, and then put down your mobile phone to pick him up."
In front of this unexpected answer, Chi Xueyan was stunned for several seconds.
It turned out that He Qiao began to misunderstand that long ago.
... He seemed to suddenly understand why his plan to make an appointment with Ren Xuan always failed.
It was someone's intention.
The lovers who had finished dinner left the restaurant one after another, and laughter and conversation resounded in the stormy night.
The cinema is not far away. You should take a simple walk after dinner.
When he walked to the place where there was no eaves, He Qiao held out his umbrella and held the people around him still carefully recalling the moments that had been ignored by himself in the plain life in the past.
On the way home after playing football, He Qiao, who came to pick him up, heard that Ren Xuan was in love. After a short silence, he asked a strange question: "How are you in the mood?"
The teacher who taught foreign literature gave a hardcover foreign fairy tale collection as a wedding gift. Later, Chi Xueyan often found that the book appeared in a hard-to-find place. At one time, he thought it was his own random.
And at noon today, the weather news specially sent to him reminded him that there was a typhoon on the weekend, which was not suitable for outdoor sports.
Thinking of this, Chi Xueyan suddenly withdrew her thoughts and sighed softly, "I always thought you had never been jealous."
With Heqiao's personality, it seems that even in feelings, he can be rational and calm, and his judgment will not be affected by emotions.
The result is just a well-covered illusion.
"You really can bear it." He called his lover's name with a smile, "He Qiao."
The man holding the handle of the umbrella looked down at him.
Chi Xueyan under the umbrella just looked up at the rain falling by the eaves, with a pale smile on his lips: "Will the typhoon this weekend be bigger than that day last year?"
Similar wind and rain have returned time to the days in memory.
Chi Xueyan once kept a day with a correct answer.
At this moment, He Qiao finally understood that this moment was the most suitable thing to do.
On that day, Chi Xueyan wanted to throw away the umbrella and kiss him, even if the relationship was framed by the agreement and the other had never talked about love.
But he always held the quiet and regular black umbrella, restrained the inexplicable emotion surging in his heart, and quietly waited for the answer to be revealed.
He shouldn't wait for the answer.
I don't need such an umbrella.
"I've been jealous for a long time."
In the past, the lover, who was always gentle and self-restraint, confessed his jealousy and possessiveness in a low voice for the first time.
On a long and endless summer night, the strong wind blew the umbrella bone, the umbrella surface flew upside down, and the rain was damp.
"I don't want to endure it anymore."
The black umbrella suddenly floated into the wind, and the slender fingers clasped the back of Chi Xueyan's neck. In the heavy rain without spectators, He Qiao lowered his head and belatedly printed the irrational kiss.
All his reason bowed to the king.