Not Spare the Years

Early the next morning.

Mu Xueyi woke up from a hangover, with a headache that was about to explode.

When she opened her eyes, she found that she had returned to the bed in Zhou Zhenyue's bedroom. Pressing her temples to recall with difficulty, she could only recall that she seemed to be carried into the car by Zhou Zhenyue, and she was cut off after what happened.

Fortunately, today is Saturday, no work. Mu Xueyi got up and took a shower, holding her dizzy head and walking towards the restaurant with the handrail of the stairs.

Halfway through, she met the housekeeper and went upstairs, and the housekeeper nodded to her: "Second Miss, you are awake, President Zhou is having breakfast."

Mu Xueyi held up a smile: "Okay, thank you."

She went down to the restaurant on the first floor and saw Zhou Zhenyue sitting at the dining table from a distance.

Zhou Zhenyue should have finished eating. She held a handful of broken steamed buns in her hand and fed them little by little to the peppercorns and fennel standing on the dining table.

The early morning sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, framing her long, drooping eyelashes, sinking the entire dining room in a warm golden hue.

Mu Xueyi walked over, sat down opposite Zhou Zhenyue, picked up the kettle to pour water, and asked casually, "How do you let the duck serve the table?"

"It won't be any longer when I grow up," Zhou Zhenyue touched Fenxiang's little head, with a very light and gentle smile on her lips, but there is an unhealed wound on her lower lip, which is on the rosy lips. There was a little blood in the color, "The fennel is still small, I will feed it myself."

"I seem to remember... You brought me back yesterday." Mu Xueyi blushed, "How did you find me?"

Zhou Zhenyue threw the buns in her hands on the table and let the ducklings eat them by themselves. She didn't answer Mu Xueyi's question directly, but said, "Are you hard to find?"

Mu Xueyi picked up an empty bowl and scooped out a spoonful of porridge from the porridge bowl in the middle of the table. Her ears turned redder, and she whispered, "I... I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, right?"

Zhou Zhenyue pinched the steamed buns for a while.

She raised her eyes and looked at Mu Xueyi leisurely: "You don't remember what happened last night?"

Mu Xueyi shook his head ignorantly.

She noticed the wound on Zhou Zhenyue's lips and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with your mouth? Did it hit?"

The corner of Zhou Zhenyue's mouth twitched slightly.

In the car last night, she just wanted to kiss Mu Xueyi lightly, but after kissing, Mu Xueyi seemed to have been stabbed at a point, hugged her without any extra effort, and pushed her hard. kiss back.

Even crushed her on the seat and bit her lower lip.

Looking at Mu Xueyi who lost his memory after biting, Zhou Zhenyue let out a laugh and replied:

"Yes, hit it."

Mu Xueyi took a mouthful of porridge, "...Then you have to be careful."

Zhou Zhenyue: "…"

Zhou Zhenyue took a small bottle cap, poured a little milk into it, and put it under Fennel's mouth.

"Since you have forgotten it, I have to say it again if there is any."

Mu Xueyi: "?"

Zhou Zhenyue lowered her head and slowly repeated the explanation from yesterday: "Xiao Ding is not my junior girl, she is Xiao Ai's junior girl."

Mu Xueyi smiled: "I know, I remember you told me this."

Zhou Zhenyue frowned: "Do you remember?"

"Of course," Mu Xueyi nodded, "I was still awake at that time, otherwise, I wouldn't have made up my mind to tell you about it."

Zhou Zhenyue smiled but not smiled: "So you just forgot what happened after this?"

Mu Xueyi nodded honestly again.

Zhou Zhenyue curled her lips, shook her head, and murmured in a low voice: "...Forget it, as long as you remember what happened before this. At least...I know that you are willing to say those words to me, not because of drunkenness, but because of thoughtfulness. passed."

Mu Xueyi put down the spoon, crossed her hands and raised her chin, with gentle ripples in her eyes, "Ayue, you are right. In fact, telling you the sad things is not as difficult as I thought."

She paused, "I always felt that the trust that is difficult to build between us is only your trust in me. But I just found out yesterday that I... didn't seem to trust you that much before."

Zhou Zhenyue didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

Mu Xueyi said slowly: "I have been used to endure and digest all the unhappiness by myself since I was a child, because I always feel that I have been like that in my whole life, and I am destined to have no one to rely on. Telling you is to save your worries, but in the end, I still don't believe you enough. If you don't believe me, you can completely ignore my dark, negative side, completely...without any reason..."

After a short pause, there seemed to be a bit of choking in his tone: "...Be my pillar."

pillar.

When Zhou Zhenyue heard these two words, the haze in her eyes that had been stagnant for three years finally dissipated.

…finally.

She finally realized that she was her backbone.

"I'm sorry," Mu Xueyi sniffed her nose, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I just want to understand that in the world... only Ayue treats me the best. I'll tell you everything in the future, and I'll say whatever you ask, If you teach me to ride a bike, I’m not afraid that you will let go. If you want toys, I will ask you for it. If you want a little duck, I will ask you for it. If you can’t afford mineral water, I will also ask you. If the family threatens me again, I will not support it alone. now..."

When she finally said it, she couldn't stop crying.

Zhou Zhenyue took out a tissue and handed it to Mu Xueyi to wipe her tears. In the past, she smiled only with her mouth, but now, she even smiled slightly with her eyebrows and eyes.

"You vinegar, it's not for nothing."

Mu Xueyi held a tissue and pressed it to her eyes, holding back her tears, being obedient and pitiful.

"The words you just said... Very good, better than all the love letters you've written." Zhou Zhenyue pursed the wound on her lips, and in the warm morning light, her eyelashes were as soft as Waseda, "Put what you just said. If you write it into today's love letter, I can add it to you..."

Mu Xueyi took down the tissue, her eyes were slightly wide and her eyes were round, "How much?"

Zhou Zhenyue smiled lightly: "Add 10 points."

"Really?" Mu Xueyi smiled contentedly, "Then I have 75 points?"

Zhou Zhenyue raised her eyebrows: "Are you so happy at 75 points?"

Mu Xueyi nodded again and again.

Zhou Zhenyue smiled a little deeper, and the fingertips of her thumb stroked the fluffy tail of the fennel.

She used to think that people who are extremely lacking in love must need a lot of love to fill their empty hearts.

But now I found out that's not the case. At least, that's not the case with Mu Xueyi.

She seems to be very satisfied with just a little sunshine.

After dinner in the afternoon, Zhou Zhenyue took Mu Xueyi to learn bicycles in the yard. The old man sat under the flower porch while reading newspapers and making tea.

Zhou Zhenyue stood in the grass, the sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up to the elbows, and some black oil was stained on the sleeves and the hem of the shirt, which was rubbed off when she helped Mu Xueyi's pink bicycle unload the auxiliary wheels.

Holding a wrench in one hand and a wheel in the other, she talked to Mu Xueyi about some tips for maintaining balance.

The old man turned over a page of the newspaper, said "Ouch", and deliberately raised his voice and said, "Your Uncle Qian's son will have a wedding next week. Look, the newspapers are talking about this!"

Zhou Zhenyue smiled after hearing what the old man said, but didn't answer.

The old man did not give up and continued: "When I go to attend the wedding next week, your uncle Qian will definitely ask me: Lao Zhou, your granddaughter is two years older than my son, is she married? You say Say, how am I going to answer people?"

Zhou Zhenyue threw the wheel in her hand on the grass and sighed, "Grandpa, we have our own process, don't always rush to get married."

The old man closed the newspaper, "I didn't tell you, they got married after a few months on a blind date, look at you, how long have you been with Xueyao? You met five years ago, and once this year is over, it will only be six years. Now. Are you going to drag it from twenty-six to thirty-two? You can afford it, is girl Xue willing?"

Mu Xueyi straddled the bicycle, squeezed the brakes, and said, "I listen to Ah Yue."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed angrily: "Girl Xue, don't be accustomed to her, you should persuade her. You two are not too young, I'm not forcing you, it's just that the time has come, it's time to go further, right?"

Zhou Zhenyue: "Grandpa, if you mention this again, Xueyi and I will move back to the riverside apartment."

The old man pouted: "OK, OK, I won't say anything."

Mu Xueyi pursed her lips and slammed on the brakes unconsciously.

Zhou Zhenyue saw that she was no longer riding, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Mu Xueyi scratched at a small bump on the handlebar and whispered, "You seem... to be against marriage."

She wanted to say, "You seem to be against marrying me," but she left out the word "and me". Like a prank.

Zhou Zhenyue tapped the front lever of the bicycle with a wrench and reminded: "Miss Mu Er, have you forgotten that you only have 75 points?"

She narrowed her eyes and said in a lower voice, "Don't make an exception just because I gave you 10 extra points."

Mu Xueyi: "Then... if I get 100 points, will you be willing to marry me?"

Zhou Zhenyue seemed to think for a moment, "We'll talk about it later."

Mu Xueyi bent over, lay on the handlebars, and frowned, "Take me to the bookstore this afternoon, I'll buy a book of essays for elementary and middle school students and have a look."

Zhou Zhenyue tapped the brake with a wrench and said, "You learn to bike first. If you can ride ten meters before dinner tonight, I can consider giving you 2 points."

Mu Xueyi: "Only 2 points? Can you add 5 points? Riding a bicycle is much harder than writing a love letter..."

Zhou Zhenyue: "...3 points."

Mu Xueyi: "5 points? Please, 5 points is really not much!"

Zhou Zhenyue: "3 points, if we go on, there will be no more points."

Mu Xueyi: "Don't, Ayue, let's take a step back, 4 points, do you think it's good?"

Zhou Zhenyue: "Do you think it's the market bargaining?"

Mu Xueyi: "But Ah Yue..."

Old Master Zhou picked up the lid of the teacup, blew off a few pieces of tea leaves floating on the surface, looked at Zhou Zhenyue's back, and shook his head with a smile.

In the afternoon sun, Zhou Zhenyue's white shirt was stained with oil, and her trousers were stained by the wheels. Only the two tiger eye stone cufflinks on the cuffs were taken off, and they were carefully pinned behind. Waist clean belt.

The author has something to say: Someone said before that he wanted to watch the plot of Zhou Zhenyue's suicide in his previous life. If you want to watch it, I don't mind writing it.

Want to see it? If I want to see it, I can write a sideshow.