Xiyang Mourning

In the kitchen, Cheng Xi is busy. He prepares lunch for Zheng Yang every day. After more than half a month of hard work, he can already pick up the cooking skills that are almost rusty.

When he was with Zheng Yang, he seldom cooked, so that his fingers were cut several times in order to cut the vegetables into nice and neat filaments.

Cheng Xi looked down at the watch on her wrist, it's a bit late today, Cheng Xi speeded up the cooking.

After a series of actions, the dishes were finally fried, and Cheng Xi turned to look at the rice cooker next to him, just in time to see the rice jumping too.

Seeing such punctuality, Cheng Xi smiled for some reason.If he and Zheng Yang were like this, meeting the right person at the right time and doing the right thing, that would be great.

It's a pity...they are not in harmony when the sky is not right, and the earth is not in harmony. Now...the only thing is to work hard to make them reconcile.

Cheng Xi took a look at the ready meal, and then slowly went outside to get the lunch box.

Cheng Xi went back to the kitchen, first put the dishes into the box, covered it, and then went to the living room to take out the prepared paper and pen and put it in the interlayer of the lid of the lunch box.

Then I went back to the kitchen and waited for a few minutes before turning on the rice cooker and putting the rice into another box.

This is what he has harvested in the past half a month. The food should be packed separately so as not to let the vegetable juice wet the rice. It takes a few minutes for the rice to taste better...

Zheng Yang was like this a long time ago, from knowing nothing to being able to take care of everything in an orderly manner, all because of him, and now, let him work hard to make Zheng Yang eat better.

Although it is not as delicious as a restaurant, it is a proof of his intention, isn't it?Cheng Xi held the lunch box and thought happily, persistence is victory, and Zheng Yang couldn't bear to let him suffer, he always believed in it.

When he arrived at Zheng Yang's company, it was already more than ten minutes later than usual, and the front desk was already familiar with him, so he greeted him immediately when he saw him.

"Mr. Cheng, you are here"

"Yeah," Cheng Xi responded with a smile.

"I'll call Secretary Ye right away and ask him to come down and get it." Tian Tian said that he wanted to make a call, and at the same time asked Cheng Xi, "No, Mr. Cheng, what did you give the president?"

Cheng Xi looked at Tian Tian who was in a hurry to make a call, and suddenly didn't want her to call, "Let's not call for now, can I send it up by myself?"

"Hmm..." Tian Tian looked at Cheng Xi with some embarrassment, but then thought that Secretary Ye would come down to pick up things every time. Although there was no communication, it could be seen that his attitude was somewhat respectful.

"Don't worry, I'll send it up and I'll come down," Cheng Xi persuaded, looking at the tangled Tian Tian.

"Okay, Mr. Cheng, you can go up, the president's office is on the 22nd floor."

"Okay, thank you." Cheng Xi nodded politely and walked towards the elevator with her things.

Except for the first time he put down his things and left, everything else was waiting for Zheng Yang's secretary to come down to get them. He used to feel relieved that the secretary came to get them without seeing Zheng Yang, but today...he suddenly didn't want to let Others handed over his things to Zheng Yang.

He wanted to... personally hand over his efforts to Zheng Yang, just like what Zheng Yang did before, face to face, and feel the other person's heart eye to eye.

Zheng Yang was sitting in the office, watching the clock on the opposite wall move towards twelve o'clock, and then surpassed that number, Zheng Yang felt that he was a little anxious.

It has been nearly half a month since Cheng Xi delivered the meal for the first time, and his lunch will be delivered on time at noon every day.

Zheng Yang didn't know whether he was more touched or more inferior.

His master... shouldn't have done this for a slave like him.

His master just needs to sit high and high, and wait for him to hold everything in front of him. These are what his master should get, not...

He knew all this, but he still couldn't help yearning for such a strong warmth.

It is undeniable that when the needle moved forward a little bit, his heart throbbed uncontrollably, and this feeling increased every day.

He was afraid that such a heartbeat would make him lose his mind, and he couldn't help but stay by his master's side in spite of everything.

But today... the time has passed, the master probably won't come.Obviously he thought of it, he should be happy, but his heart still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

"Enter" Zheng Yang put away the somewhat lonely expression on his face.

"President, what Mr. Cheng sent." Ye Zi came in holding the bag.

Zheng Yang had been staring at the bag in his hand the moment Ye Zi came in, and when Ye Zi put the bag on the table, Zheng Yang was inexplicably relieved in his heart.

Zheng Yang, who was concentrating, didn't see his secretary's hesitant expression,

"Go out"

Zheng Yang eagerly took out the box, opened it and saw the note "Eat well, be good~^_^"

Zheng Yang caressed this small note lightly, a huge warmth came from his hand, warmed all the way to his heart, but it was a little painful.

Honey, arsenic, who can tell the difference?

He carefully put the note into the bag inside the left chest of his clothes, raised his hand to stroke the upper left chest, and thought over and over again in his heart, "Just once, for the last time, after this time... never... no more greedy .”

"It's really... the last time."

Zheng Yang didn't know, Cheng Xi was standing outside his office, watching Ye Zi go in with things and come out empty-handed.

"Mr. Cheng, the president has it." Ye Zi said softly, looking at the person in front of him who he didn't know very well.

"Well, you didn't tell him..." Cheng Xi stopped talking.He stared at the wall in front of him, trying to find a trace of Zheng Yang's image in it, but unfortunately there was nothing.

"Well, I didn't tell the president"

"Then... thank you." He smiled weakly at the person in front of him.

After all, he was still close to his hometown and was timid. After all, he didn't have the courage to go in and face Zheng Yang. He didn't know what happened and Zheng Yang would avoid him, and he didn't know why he had a premonition that Zheng Yang would definitely not want to see him now...

"You're welcome." Ye Zi looked at the man in front of him who was smiling a bit, but said nothing.

"Then I'll go first," Cheng Xi looked at Ye Zi, "See you, Secretary Ye."

"goodbye……"

Tian Tian turned around and saw Cheng Xi, who was a bit lonely, and his heart skipped a beat, "What's wrong with Mr. Cheng? Didn't he deliver it?" There won't be any accidents, right?Kicked out by the president?Then she...

"Ah," Cheng Xi came back to his senses after hearing Tian Tian's voice. Looking at Tian Tian, ​​who had an ugly face, he naturally knew what she was thinking, and smiled comfortingly, "It's delivered."

"Then why are you sad?" Tian Tian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and asked with his face unchanged.

"It's nothing, I just feel like a failure"

Tian Tian looked at Cheng Xi, not knowing how to comfort him, so he could only change the subject, "Mr. Cheng, what's in your bag? I'm curious, and you give it away every day, huh?"

"In the bag..." Cheng Xi looked up at the person in front of her, and suddenly smiled, "That's my intention."

That was his intention, his guilt, and his idiot way of making up for it.