Fascinated by another world

After Mu Yan returned to the room, he saw Tang Xin sitting on the sofa watching TV. The news station showed news about the visit of the European royal family, and the recent situation of the war in the Middle East. The famine in a certain country, the dark-skinned people on the screen, starved to death everywhere......

Mu Yan didn't say a word, just stood quietly behind Ling Yunran. She had watched the movie "The Fifth Element". As that pure alien woman, she learned about gunfire, war, famine, and disasters in this world through the news. At that time, the red-haired woman's eyes were filled with tears, fearful and sad. She didn't know what it would be like to face Tang Xin who had completely lost her memory. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but soften her heart and forget Tang Xin once grabbed her neck and scolded "shameless", just wondering if she, who was in a cold war with her, was a little petty and made a big fuss.

Mu Yan sighed, changed into his home clothes, put on an apron, and turned on the fire. Tang Xin looked over, although she tried her best to endure, she could still see the joy in her eyes. Who told Mu Yan to have a cold war with her? In more than a week, he never turned on the fire, so Ling Yunran ate frozen food for more than a week. I have to say that Mu Yan's craftsmanship is good.

"Western food?" Ling Yunran recalled the language used on TV. She moved to the side of the open kitchen, leaned casually on the marble cooking table, and tapped the table with her fingers. Mu Yan ignored her and bowed her head. While washing the dishes, a few locks of hair fell by her ears, and her fair and slender fingers gently gathered the hair behind her ears, revealing the ivory white jade neck, the arc of the chin, along the neck, The slightly protruding collarbone, the narrow and graceful shoulders, and all the curves combined together constitute an elegant ink painting, which is clear and elegant, quiet and comfortable.

Mu Yan raised his head casually, and met Ling Yunran's focused gaze. Ling Yunran moved his eyes away in embarrassment. Mu Yan lowered his head and cut vegetables without paying attention, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "Well...", Ling Yun After hesitating for a moment, Fang said, "It was said on TV that close-to-face kissing is a Western etiquette. Seeing that you often cook Western food, it must have been influenced by the West. I saw you being abrupt and offensive that day. Feeling frustrated",

Although Ling Yunran was cold and ruthless, she had always been upright, not to mention that it was a bit too much to pinch her neck that day. After all, it was Mu Yan who took her in and introduced her to her job. Otherwise, she might still be wandering under the overpass at this moment.

"So, are you apologizing?" Mu Yan put down the knife in his hand, looked at Ling Yunran quietly, his face was flat, Ling Yunran nodded, "Mmm...", Mu Yan lowered his head and continued to chop vegetables, this sentence is yes What's the meaning?Ling Yunran looked at her, seeing that she didn't say a word, she simply accepted the apology as she accepted it, quietly pushed aside the green peppers on the cooking table, and shrank back into the sofa as if nothing had happened.

Ling Yunran behaved politely, chewing with small mouthfuls, but swept away the plate like a storm, Mu Yan packed up his things, unexpectedly did not go back to the room or go out, but sat on the other side of the sofa, watching TV with Ling Yunran.

Ling Yunran glanced at her in surprise, but said nothing, the screen of the LCD TV was flickering, and there was a person on each side of the large sofa, with their backs straight.

The night is like dark ink smudged across the sky, slowly flowing down, the light from the wall lamp softly sprinkled in the living room, Mu Yan propped his chin, a little tired, she turned sideways, put her legs on the sofa, hugging Knees, the body nestled lazily in the soft sofa.

That pair of snow-white jade feet fell into Ling Yunran's afterglow watching TV. The whiteness and smoothness are unsightly. Ancient women are as precious as their lives, and they never show them to outsiders. Only women in this world have hair and skin. Recklessly exposed, Ling Yunran hugged the pillow casually, and quietly covered her feet.Mu Yan kicked away the pillow with some amusement, and crossed his legs, the two white and slippery fish were swinging back and forth in front of Ling Yunran's eyes.

Ling Yunran ignored her, still standing straight, Mu Yan complained that the Mu family had a strict family education, but Tang Xin seldom talked, couldn't eat, and sat upright, just like a soldier, Mu Yan rubbed her forehead, she felt In the past, Tang Xin could sit but never stand, could lie down and never sit, and often lay on the sofa like a dead body, pillowed on her lap, saying flirty words one after another, following The people sitting in a straight line in front of them are completely different now.

"After amnesia, have you ever been afraid? Don't know who you are? What experiences have you had?" Mu Yan hugged his legs, put his chin on his knees, suddenly tilted his head, and asked her. The stubbornness at this moment is absolutely unwilling to show weakness, but Tang Xin nodded, without taking her eyes off the TV, but paused in her mouth, and asked, "Are you, you and the old me, familiar friends? How did you meet?"

Mu Yan glanced at her and asked, "Do you want to know?", "If there is something difficult to say, don't mention it." Ling Yunran added that although she was a little curious about the owner of this body, she was not listening to others* people.

Mu Yan looked at her side shadow cast by the light, pursed his lips, and said, "The first time I saw you was because you stole my wallet..." Ling Yunran looked a little surprised, and the corner of Mu Yan's mouth Her dimples were shallow, she stroked the hair around her ears, her eyes were as gentle as water.

That year, Mu Yan was 23 years old, and it was the time when youth was in full bloom. At that time, she had the status of the third miss of the Mu family. Her father indulged her in the world of classical music all day long. She was Youlan in the greenhouse. Not a bit red worldly.

It was a hot summer afternoon, her personal violin recital was over, Chen Bo was driving, but was blocked not far from the concert hall by the heavy traffic leaving from the concert hall, Mu Yan carried the violin on his back, Bao, go straight out.

In the long and ancient narrow alleys, with mottled brick walls, the sun slowly shone on her white dress, exaggerating the color of the afternoon, and she suddenly looked like a beauty walking out of a yellowed picture scroll, elegant and leisurely.

A shy figure sneaked past her side, and lightly bumped her shoulder, "I'm sorry...", the man murmured in a low voice, but Mu Yan didn't care, the man walked dozens of steps in front of her After a distance, he stopped, turned around, and with a lazy smile on his small face, he blew a frivolous whistle very hard, and raised the wallet in his hand.

Mu Yan lowered his head, and sure enough, he covered a gash cut by a razor blade, "Stop!" Mu Yan shouted angrily, "You are so beautiful, you are more beautiful than the woman of Hei Boss...", the man said with a smile, his skinny body Like a bamboo pole, she is slender but slightly hunched. She followed Mu Yan's forward steps and stepped back. She looked at Mu Yan cautiously in her eyes, but she laughed teasingly, "My name is Tang Xin. I'm a friend. Okay?" Mu Yan snorted coldly, taking advantage of her not paying attention, he rushed forward, Tang Xin froze for a moment, ran as fast as a rabbit, and disappeared in a few moments.