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☆、chapter60

When Cheng Jiang came back to his senses, Shen Jiqing was grabbing his index finger and applying iodophor on it.A burst of small tingling pain came, and he couldn't help but shrink his fingers.

"Don't move, I'll be fine soon." Shen Jiqing coaxed him carefully, finally swabbed it with a cotton swab, and let go of his fingers.Cheng Jiang raised his index finger up, looked at the headlights, and saw a semicircle made of irregular small rectangles with the knuckles as the center. bloodstains.He turned his fingers over, and there was also the back.

"What did I just do?"

"You tried to bite off your joint bones. Didn't you feel any pain when you...'then what'?"

"I might be thinking of something else, sorry."

He spoke vaguely, and Shen Jiqing did not ask him what he was thinking as usual, but patted the back of his hand soothingly, and changed the subject as usual:

"You don't have rabies?"

"no, what happened?"

Shen Jiqing smiled slyly.

"Then we don't need to get vaccinated."

Cheng Jiang always felt that there was something wrong with the logic of his words, but his brain had just returned to normal operation, and the speed was not very fast, so he couldn't find where the strange point was.When Shen Jiqing looked at him thoughtfully, he carefully clenched his fist, leaving only the injured finger standing outside, and put his arm down with the finger pointing forward.There is an orange on the coffee table, the color is very light, close to yellow.

Shen Jiqing picked up the orange. "do you want to eat?"

"Isn't it a bit late?"

"It's a bit." Shen Jiqing admitted.

Cheng Jiang is often in a trance and seems to be drowsy all day long, but he is not.

On the contrary, the uncontrolled and frantic operation of the brain was filled with a large number of visual and auditory hallucinations that accompanied the mental breakdown, which made him always feel hot, his heart beat faster, and it was difficult to fall asleep.

His hallucinations had condensed into a single image, but that image alone contained a thousand words.

After all the thoughts collided together, the already precarious string in his mind collapsed completely.Shen Jiqing mentioned to find out the cause to resolve it, but everything is a cause.He always wondered why Cynthia had a disease she had never had "over there".Does she have to be sick?Her future is a blur.This time, will Cynthia live past the age of 16?

He can't wait 16 years.He needs to know now.

He was just afraid of her death.He didn't even know why he was so scared, he couldn't even tell whether he really loved her or not.

But if she can, can he sit back and relax?The cat old man's daughter died.Cheng Yuegu's song foretold his fate for the next few decades when he was less than five years old, and this time is no different.What exactly is the new wall, why is he coming back, why is he coming back?The world here and the world over there may both be real, maybe only one is true, or even neither may be.

He came back to a time when everything could be redeemed, thinking they could have a future.But no.

The time that has disappeared is like the devastation after the disaster has receded, the desolate wind and moon, and the terrible paleness.

"Cynthia, recently...at night..." He leaned on the bed, organizing his words in a mess.

Shen Jiqing moved a chair and sat beside his bed, carefully patting him on the back.Cynthia's crib was moved to the bedroom on the first floor, along with Shen Jiqing herself.Cheng Jiang's precious sleep cannot tolerate any disturbance.

"I feel better," he said. "She only woke up twice last night. I think if we didn't buy Chinese patent medicine, the effect might be faster. Chinese medicine is sometimes reliable, don't you think?"

Cheng Jiang took a deep breath and spat it out stingily.

He went back to the original question and told himself: This is completely nonsense.

Doctors have said that adenoids are a common childhood disease, and other than that, she is generally in good health.Shyness is natural, but she has all the vitality that a child of this age should have, and there are many children who play together in the kindergarten.She was his only daughter Cynthia, but she was not just Cynthia.She has two names, and the one that will be commonly used in the future is Cheng Yue.

She lives in a big house in Central City, China, and will never remember where she was born.He remembered saying to her:

"We don't have to stay where we were born, huh? Don't be sad even if we leave, because we will go to a better place. We will live well in China, better than in Cold Bay. You It’s okay to cry now, even I’m a little scared. It’s all normal.”

But there was another girl, a lonely, small, invisible child who had no chance to grow up.They are so different that sometimes Cheng Jiang feels that they are two completely different people.

But how could he conclude that they were the same person?

He shuddered.

The past in the future is permanent, making him forever a sinner, unqualified to aspire.

Because Cynthia is dead.Because some sins do not deserve to be redeemed.

But he obviously got a chance to start over.

It can't be that way, it can't be that simple.Cold Bay is just a legend, maybe there is no repeat at all.Maybe everything you are experiencing now is fake, and you have imagined everything yourself.How else do you explain that hairpin that will appear in the "future"?

How do you know what is real and what is false?

Shen Jiqing wanted to help him, and he was very grateful.But Shen Jiqing is not him.

It is impossible for him to understand the source of all his suffering, let alone solve his problems in a normal way.

Some pains are unsolvable.

Some situations have become dead ends.

Shen Jiqing gasped, tremblingly trying to free the back of her hand from under Cheng Jiang's nails.They competed for that poor hand like a tug-of-war for more than ten seconds. Fortunately, Cheng Jiang had just bitten his hand a few hours ago, making that part of his fingers a little weak, so he gained the upper hand.

Just when he was about to successfully pull his hand away without anyone noticing, Cheng Jiang suddenly reacted, let go quickly, and apologized repeatedly.

"It's okay," Shen Jiqing quietly covered the nail marks on the back of her hands, "It's not that serious, I pinched it lightly. The main reason is that my sitting posture just now was a bit awkward, so I just changed it—what's the matter?"

When he asked, he just said something casually, because he knew that Cheng Jiang would quietly expose this topic directly.It's not that he's curious, it's just that Cheng Jiang doesn't want to talk about it, and he doesn't want to ask.But this time, I don't know what happened, Cheng Jiang directly followed his words:

"I was wondering...do you think I'm real?"

"You think you're fake?"

Cheng Jiang shook his head.

"Are you?" he asked succinctly.

"I swear I'm real, so I'll prove it to you now?"

When he spoke, he stopped laughing again, with a serious expression, which made Cheng Jiang a little embarrassed to look at him, so he could only stare at the point on the top of his nose bridge between his eyes.Because of the light, two small white spots of light condensed on Cheng Jiang's own pupils, like small islands in the middle of a black deep pool.He knew that what Cheng Jiang wanted was not a comprehensive and impeccable argument, but a small theory that could win his trust.He is like a wandering Eskimo, there is no fire around him, but just a tiny spark can stir up a little hope and make him temporarily warm up.

Shen Jiqing said:

"You see, you have already determined that you are real. Then if I am fake, it means that I am imagined by you. And if I am imagined by you, all my words and actions will have traces on you It can be followed, which means that no matter what I say, you will have a general idea before then. But now you are asking me to prove my authenticity, so this shows that you want to hear from me that you do not know . . . how was your chemistry when you were at school?"

Cheng Jiang looked at him blankly and shook his head.

"Forget it, this is still hard to say. What about mathematics?"

Cheng Jiang didn't nod.

"Okay then. Mathematical theorems are constant no matter where they are, right? Let me think about it... What is the cubic root of 1521 divided by 13? It's 27. Shall I prove it to you? ?”

He randomly took a piece of paper and a pen, and decomposed 1525 into prime factors on it.Divide 39 by 13 to get 3, or 27 to the third power.

Cheng Jiang's eyes were wide open.

Shen Jiqing pressed the piece of paper in his hand, and he also grasped it tightly, reading it over and over again.The small island in the middle of the lake was trembling, as if it was splitting against the light, and then snapped back together again.Suddenly the island stopped moving.Cheng Jiang's fingers loosened as if they were separated, and he grabbed the falling paper in a panic.

Shen Jiqing was afraid that he would fall, so she quickly reached out to help him, but the latter suddenly grabbed him, put her chin into the hollow of his shoulder, and clung to him like a life-saving straw.

Shen Jiqing heard the sound of his breathing tossing and weaving between chaos and stability.

"Thank you." After a long time, Cheng Jiang whispered.

"Is it better?" Shen Jiqing confirmed.

"Yes."

"So... I have to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Shen Ziwei called me in the afternoon. He changed his plan temporarily for some reason, so he and your mother are on the plane now and will be back tomorrow."

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☆、chapter61

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Shen Jiqing regretted it.

Cheng Jiang's hand that was still on the bed moved convulsively, pinched into the bed sheet below, and grabbed the small piece of bed sheet.He knew that Cheng Jiang didn't sleep well, but he had to tell him now.Who knows when Shen Ziwei and his wife will come?If it is delayed until tomorrow morning, maybe it will be even more unprepared.

But his hands quickly relaxed again, and he slid down from the head of the bed pretending to be relaxed, lying flat under the quilt, and smiled at him.

"That's fine." Cheng Jiang said in a whisper.

Shen Jiqing followed him to his room tonight to inform him about the phone, so it was not good to stay longer at this time, so he consciously moved the chair back to its original position, got up and turned off the light.The room couldn't be seen when the light was just turned off. After a while, his vision gradually became clearer in the darkness.

He walked back and pulled the curtains that he had forgotten to close. Looking back, Cheng Jiang's eyes were still wide open, following where he was walking.

He had already drawn the curtains, stood with his back to the window, and met Cheng Jiang who was lying on the bed sideways.The window had been closed tightly long ago, but he inexplicably felt a thin cool air blowing from behind, swimming in his pores and blood vessels, causing a strange chill to appear in his limbs.Their breathing was clearly audible in the dark, and their rhythms sometimes staggered and sometimes overlapped.

He doesn't speak, and he doesn't want to go.

After a while, Cheng Jiang raised his left hand on the outside, covering half of his face and eyes.He hid his whole self in that hand, sighed, and said softly:

"It's great that they're back tomorrow. They're back just in time."

Shen Jiqing took a step forward, and found strangely that he couldn't feel his feet.he asks:

"Just right?"

Cheng Jiang laughed abruptly.

"She told me many times, but I never said yes to her. Why didn't I say yes to her? She was right, she was always right, I should have known. What have I been stubborn for so long Woolen cloth?"

"What did she say? What did she want you to promise her?"

Shen Jiqing had already walked to the bed in two or three steps.The chair was moved back to its original position, so he sat down on his knees, his face was very close to Cheng Jiang's, and through Cheng Jiang's fingers, he saw his half-open, half-closed sad eyes.

"When they come back tomorrow, I will tell her that I promise her. I promise her, I agree that she will take her away, and I will give her custody."

"what?--"

Because of the action of covering his eyes, Cheng Jiang's elbow stood in the air in a twisted posture, revealing a pale arm with obvious knuckles.

There was no point of support at the elbow, and even his palm was trembling slightly, revealing the corners of his mouth that were bending upwards on both sides.

Shen Jiqing finally couldn't stand it anymore, reached out and took Cheng Jiang's wrist, gently straightened his whole arm, and slowly placed it on the quilt.Cheng Jiang obediently let him take his hand away from his face, but still closed his eyes, and said to himself:

"She told me more than once. Since..., every time she calls, she mentions this matter, so I dare not answer her calls. She has long said that I can't be a competent father. I started when I first came back. She was right. She was right. What can I give her? Cheng Yue can live a better life with her. She can go to kindergarten in the United States, I heard there are kindergartens Very nice, she..."

"Cheng Jiang, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know."

He seemed to have run out of strength to speak.

Cheng Jiang's hand didn't stay on the quilt, but hung down along the slope caused by the quilt directly covering his body and the bed, as if lying on the edge of the bed unconsciously, his fingers curled up.

He had already opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed colorless in the darkness, just like Shen Jiqing's eyes in the photo frame he accidentally shattered.

"I don't want to give her to her," he whispered, "I want to keep her too, but what can I do? What will a person like me become when she grows up next to me? Others are outside What would I think of her? I didn't bring her into this world to make her suffer. I can't let her be pointed at and said: 'Look at that girl, her father...' I dare not think about it. I can't , Cynthia...Cheng Yue...it's fine if she leaves me, or if she doesn't remember me, but I can't let her stay with me. This is a deformed family, because her father...is a lunatic. "

Shen Jiqing subconsciously grasped Cheng Jiang's hanging dead hand, and then she was afraid of scratching him, so she let it go again, and grabbed it again uncontrollably after it fell on the bedding.And so on, over and over again.

"Cheng Jiang, Cheng Jiang—"

Cheng Jiang suddenly smiled again, and there were dim spots of light that throbbed with pain in his smiling eyes.he asks:

"Jiqing, when do you think I should go completely crazy?"

He looked at Cheng Jiang's face in a daze.He said:

"You're not crazy. You don't label yourself, don't think about it—"

"I will, maybe tomorrow."

"But you see, a madman never says he's going mad."

"When I really go crazy, you can send me to any mental hospital. I don't care. It doesn't matter what happens to me. At that time, don't worry about me anymore, Ji Qing, I only ask you for one thing." Thing: Don’t come to see me, don’t come even once. My mother will probably pay for me, so let her pay. She has no shortage of money. Besides, the hospitalization fees of general mental hospitals are higher than the tuition fees of Cynthia Kindergarten. It's even lower..."

"Don't say such things, okay? Don't always mention the mental hospital." Shen Jiqing interrupted him, "You won't get there. Even... don't go to the mental hospital, I can always take care of you. "

Because the voice of speaking hastened, his tone became higher and higher, and he even felt that the air around him was moving faster, and some of them deviated from the original track.He finished speaking in one breath, exhaled heavily, and looked at Cheng Jiang nervously, waiting for him to speak.

"I don't want anyone to remember me." Cheng Jiang whispered after a long silence.

"why?"

"Because they'll find out someday," he paused, "and they don't want to remember me at all. They wish I hadn't been there. They wished they had given me up long ago."

"It won't be me."

"Then what do you think?"

Shen Jiqing seemed to have a lot to say, but the last thing she said was:

"No matter what you become, you don't have to go. You can stay forever."

Cheng Jiang didn't speak for a long time, his eyes were still open, but he was staring at the ceiling.He spoke slowly, every word seemed to take a lot of effort to speak.

"Ji Qing."

There was helplessness in his tone, and when he spoke, his eyes drooped, appearing very soft.

"I don't know."

"Because you are mine... mine... because I am happy." Shen Jiqing replied stiffly.

"But I'm not a very good friend. You've been nice to us since we got here. But, but I've always hoped that one day I'd be able to live on my own, not on your handouts. I wish the two of us were Equally, I don't want to be a burden to you. Whenever I try to catch something, I will become an annoying thing. I hope to repay you, but I have no choice." His eyes widened, Shen Jiqing It can already be seen that there is a layer of water shell on it, but it has not yet broken.

Cheng Jiang refused to cry at this point, and gritted his teeth to spell out half a sentence: "I really think I can do it, I hope I am the same person as you. But I..."

Shen Jiqing couldn't take it anymore.He successfully refuted a sentence:

"You can't guess what you think about mine."

Cheng Jiang turned his face to look at him again, his eyes were foggy.He lay quietly for a while, as if he had thought about a lot, but he didn't say a word, he just compromised:

"OK then."

He seemed to be extremely tired, closed his eyes, and unconsciously walked around the edge of the bed with his left hand for a while, then stopped again.Shen Jiqing took that hand and said:

"...Go to sleep, don't think so much. Everything will get better in the future."

"Thank you." Cheng Jiang said in a sleepy tone, "Good night."

"Good night," Shen Jiqing said, but her body didn't move, "I just don't feel sleepy, so tonight I will... accompany you, and I'll leave when you fall asleep. Is that okay?"

The corner of Cheng Jiang's mouth bent quickly, and then naturally returned to its original position.Shen Jiqing took advantage of the moonlight to scrutinize his face almost reverently.Just a moment ago, when Cheng Jiang gave up and said that he didn't want to live on his relief, he suddenly had the urge to open his heart and show Cheng Jiang.He wants to say I love you, you don't know how good you are, you don't know what you bring me.He wanted to say that I am willing to live with you forever, and as long as I am still alive, I can always take care of you without any repayment from you: you have brought me what I longed for since I was born.I think someone is clumsily trying to take care of me.I think there is a little girl walking behind me holding the hem of my clothes.I want to have a complete home.

But if he did, what would Cheng Jiang do?

Cheng Jiang definitely doesn't love him, because if he also... then where did Cheng Yue come from?If he said it selfishly, then Cheng Jiang had only two options: one was to leave immediately, and the other was to stay involuntarily.

But where can Cheng Jiang, who is sick and no longer financially capable, go?

Just like he could only stay here despite his inner suffering, he could only stay.Cheng Jiang already had gratitude and guilt towards him, and it was very likely that he would not show it clearly, but this did not prevent him from anticipating that besides those predicaments that he did not know about, there were many reasons that could drive Cheng Jiang crazy one.

And even, even if there was a slight possibility that Cheng Jiang was the same as him, he would never tell him.

Because no matter what he thinks, for such Cheng Jiang, the relationship between them can only be unequal.Unequal love is like a rose with thorns and leaves. No matter how beautiful it is when you see it, you will realize the unexpected entanglement and pain after you hold it in your hand.

Compared with it, unequal friendship, which only makes people vaguely uncomfortable, is not worth mentioning.

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☆、chapter62

Cheng Jiang woke up very early the next day, but briefly recalled the previous night's sleep, and found that he didn't have any random dreams, but rested well.

He was flattered by this, because he was shocked to hear the news that Cheng Yuegu was coming back last night, and under great mental pressure, he told Shen Jiqing half of his difficult predicament. He thought he would have a sleepless night.

However, for unknown reasons, what he was worried about did not happen, and he may even be able to maintain a normal state today to face Cheng Yuegu and Shen Jiqing's father.

Perhaps it was because Shen Jiqing sat next to him and gave him a subconscious hint of stability, but he didn't know what the hint was.He can't help but think about so many things every day that he can't find a chance to think about it.

When he got dressed, he let go of his thoughts for a while, and then remembered that "The Woman in the Lake" had been written.But when he thought about it carefully, he always felt that there was still something missing.The last part was written when he was experiencing hallucinations. He didn't need to go back and read it to know that the language was blunt, the plot was broken, and it even seemed a bit tragic for the sake of tragedy.

He decided to make a good change when he had the chance, and try not to be anticlimactic.He thought of the play of the small troupe again: they will probably start performances this week, but he can't go in such a situation, and he doesn't know how many people will watch their performances by then.

Will the small troupe be disbanded one day?

Cheng Jiang didn't want to think about it, so he got up and opened the curtains, and the sun-facing windows immediately filtered in a handful of sunlight, and the room without the lights was brightened up.

Shen Jiqing likes to sleep and close the door, so she probably pulled it when she left last night, so the door was half closed.He pushed open the door, walked down the stairs, and saw Shen Jiqing frying eggs with his back turned.

Due to mental reasons, Cheng Jiang basically stopped cooking.He occasionally boils water and spreads out cakes every day, but he also consciously stops touching open flames for fear of causing major accidents.

But even so, they still haven't completely returned to the original takeaway life in this house, because Shen Jiqing has started to learn to cook.

Cynthia sleeps a little longer on weekends, and most of them are still sleeping at this time.Cheng Jiang walked slowly to the table and sat down, propping his head up to look at Shen Jiqing's back.

He was probably very worried that the eggs would be overcooked, so he lifted the lid of the electric baking pan every few seconds.

Shen Jiqing fiddled with it for a long time before turning off the power, trying to scoop up the eggs completely, but judging from the egg fragments hanging on the bamboo shovel he raised again and again, he still failed.Cheng Jiang couldn't help thinking of his deeds of making fried tofu into powdered tofu before, and smiled very slightly, but quickly stopped laughing.Fried tofu reminded him of old cat.old cat's...

Shen Jiqing turned around and gave him a happy smile. "Are you up?"

Standing under the sun, his whole body was covered with a layer of brilliance.Cheng Jiang looked at him a little dazedly, and suddenly found that the feeling of peace of mind from last night had returned.Shen Jiqing smiled like a sunny day, at least at this moment he was sober.At least for this moment, Cynthia was soundly asleep.At least at this moment Shen Jiqing was smiling at him.

At least for this moment.

Shen Ziwei had some affairs in the domestic company in the morning, and Cheng Yue was with him, so he had to find time to meet them at night.Shen Ziwei himself still has a few properties in the city, so he won't stay overnight at Shen Jiqing's house, so he asked his assistant to book a hotel in advance, and the five of them ate dinner in a private room.

As for Cheng Jiang, he didn't know whether it was due to the tension of concentration or the good sleep of the previous night. Except for a short period of time after lunch, he behaved normally.

Considering that a child of Cynthia's age is not suitable for eating greasy food in the hotel, Cheng Jiang also made some steamed eggs with minced meat and mushrooms for her, and packed them in an insulated box in advance.

Fortunately, the only thermos box in Shen Jiqing's house looks very high-end, so it shouldn't be too obtrusive on the dining table in the big restaurant.

Cheng Jiang had never been to a hotel to eat, so he could only imagine that it was a place as magnificent as the Tianying Theater, but the theater was quite different from the hotel.The purpose of his going to the theater is to admire the awe-inspiring art. When the lights in the auditorium are turned off, everyone's eyes will be on the stage; but in the hotel, he wants to see Cheng Yuegu and her husband. things.He couldn't say why he "can't be vague", because the worst case would be that Cheng Yuegu found out that he had a mental problem.

But he has already decided to send Cynthia away, so what difference does it make if mother knows about his problem?

But he just felt he couldn't let her know.

When he was about to leave, his heart was finally overwhelmed and began to beat like crazy.In the end, he had to get into the car with a large McDonald's food bag that Shen Jiqing dug out from somewhere, and sat in the back seat of the car and blew the paper bag for half an hour.Although this method seems strange, it does work somewhat.

Cynthia only saw him blowing the paper bag, but didn't know what he was doing, so she asked for the paper bag and stuck her head in it.

Probably because she thought it was a novelty, she didn't take the paper bag off her head, but sat down again with the bag on top of it.

Shen Jiqing happened to stop at a red light, and teased her when she saw it in the mirror:

"Wow, who is this? Is Miss Paper Bag visiting our place?"

Cynthia giggled, and the paper bag rattled.

"I'm looking for little friend Cheng Yue. Do you know where she went?"

Cynthia pulled the paper bag off, shook it left and right and said with a smile:

"I'm here."

Cheng Jiang had braided her braids in advance, but the hair ropes loosened after such a toss, so she had to comb her hair again.He didn't bring a comb, so he could only clumsily use his fingers to untangle the tangled hair.He changed her hairstyle and picked out a strand of hair from each side of her temples to form a three-strand braid, and clamped it with a hairpin at the back of her head.This is what he learned in a tutorial before, and it happens to be used now.

The chance to comb Cynthia's hair is once, and it should be gone in the future.

In fact, he was still reluctant.

The hotel where they dined was indeed magnificent.

Before the parents came, the waiter had already guided the three of them to the reserved private room.The dining room is decorated in a traditional Chinese retro style. There are many ink paintings on the walls, and the names of the private rooms are all taken from ancient poems.But since it was selected as the name of the private room, the meaning must be good.

"Wills and flowers bright" is very spacious, with a row of shelves standing on the surrounding walls, and there are many glazed ornaments on it.In the center of the private room is a large round table covered with a slightly smaller round glass, which can turn even when you flick it with your hand.Shen Jiqing looked as usual, obviously this is a common standard on restaurant tables, but Cheng Jiang has never seen such a thing.

"What is this for?"

"It's used to pass the plate. For example, I'm sitting here, but I want to eat a dish on your side, just turn this disc around and pass it in front of me."

Then Cheng Jiang was dragged to sit down in a daze, and the three of them circled the table around the large paper bag of McDonald's.Just when he was about to forget what he was doing here, footsteps sounded outside again.Shen Jiqing decisively grabbed the paper bag with one hand, folded it casually and stuffed it into his pocket, and Cheng Jiang also reacted immediately, and quickly picked up Cynthia who was sitting on the chair next to him.

The two stood upright, welcoming Shen Ziwei and Cheng Yuegu in.

Cheng Jiang only saw Shen Ziwei's image in Shen Ji's teenage family photo, because it was taken nearly ten years ago, so he looks almost the same age as Cheng Yuegu.However, when the couple actually walked in, Cheng Jiang realized that they were not an ordinary marriage model, but a typical old couple and young wife: the wife is a beautiful lady who still has charm, and the husband is an old man. the old man.

This is completely normal, because if he calculated carefully, Shen Ziwei is older than Cheng Yuegu.

Cheng Yuegu is still very beautiful.

It should be cold outside at this time, but after she took off the slim-fitting down jacket with pleats, there was only a small, well-tailored wrap skirt inside. The white base fabric was specially made with oil painting brushstrokes in different shades of orange. Yellow polka dots and cinched at the waist with a thin black belt.The skirt has a high collar, long sleeves, and the length of the skirt only reaches above the knees. Even though the private room is a little too warm, Cheng Jiang still feels cold even just looking at her.

Shen Ziwei was also wearing a suit, with a stagnant and solemn expression. He didn't seem to be here for a family gathering, but for a meeting.

They shake hands, say hello, shake hands again, and finally sit in a circle around the table.

On Cheng Jiang's left is Shen Jiqing, on the right is Cynthia, and next to Cynthia is Cheng Yuegu.Cynthia was wearing a baby blue ruffled sweater with a little princess hair tied up. She sat obediently because she saw an outsider, and she was very popular with Cheng Yuegu.The woman reached out and tried to hug her, but the little girl subconsciously backed away.

There was a lot of movement, and they just avoided it.

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☆、chapter63

Cynthia doesn't know Cheng Yuegu, which is actually a very normal thing.

Because the last time she came back, Cheng Jiang had just been out of Lengwan for three days, and Cynthia was just a little girl who couldn't remember people and could only cry.However, Cheng Yuegu may have forgotten the experience of raising a child. At this time, it seemed that she really hoped that Cynthia would still know her, so her hands froze in place, and she reacted for a few seconds before retracting them.

The situation at the dinner table suddenly became a little awkward.

Cheng Jiang's heartbeat became uncontrollable for a while, and he stretched out his hands to help Cynthia adjust her sitting posture, and coaxed her to turn her head to look at Cheng Yuegu in a low voice.Cynthia was still a little shy, Cheng Jiang whispered for a long time, and repeatedly mentioned that Cheng Yuegu was the "Nana" who would call her every month, and then she raised her head awkwardly, and shouted clearly He said "Grandma" to her.

Before Cheng Yuegu could express his position, Shen Ziwei let out a sneer-like air, but his face was still expressionless.Shen Jiqing naturally laughed at the voice with an unknown attitude, and smoothed things over with good intentions:

"When I came back from a business trip last year, she didn't know me like this anymore. She was a heartless little thing. But she was still young at that time, and now she is two years old. Next time, she will definitely not recognize me."

After he finished speaking, Cheng Yuegu also laughed, and reached out to stroke Cynthia's hair again, this time the girl didn't hide.

When the atmosphere eased back, Cheng Yuegu took the menu, and Shen Zi was the only one to order.She politely asked Shen Jiqing if she wanted to take a look too, but the latter waved her hand, and she lowered her head again, the only sound in the room was the sound of flipping papers.

"I want a roast duck." Shen Ziwei flipped through it a few times and said.

"It's really hard for you to remember that I like to eat this." Cheng Yue smiled, "But the roast duck takes a long time to cook? Why don't we order something else first, how about this sweet-scented osmanthus squirrel fish? It's a signature dish .”

It took them half an hour to order, eight dishes and one soup.The first thing to serve is a cold dish, which is also very particular about its name, which is called "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond".The cold salad without meat looked unappetizing, but everyone took a symbolic chopstick.Cheng Jiang also took out Cynthia's insulated lunch box and children's tableware, arranged them for her, and tied a napkin.The next dish came soon, which was sweet and sour pork.

Cheng Yue laughed at Yan Yan, she sat opposite to Shen Jiqing, it was not easy to bring food for him, so she kept saying:

"Jiqing, eat more, this is specially ordered by your father for you."

Not Process Ginger Observation: All Dishes