It was close to dinner when I got back to my home.
The day is short and the night is long. Jianyao looks at the setting sun from the French window. The afterglow sprinkles on her face.
At this time, Nan Shengyuan has been sleeping under the covers. Children's sleep time is always uncertain, but on the road, Nan Shengyuan has actually woken up once, muttering that she wants to find her grandmother, so when she gets home, the task of taking care of Nan Shengyuan falls on Shen Liyang.
Nanchenghe, on the other hand, had just returned to his home when he entered his room. He didn't know who he was calling. In fact, Jian Yao is curious, but she subconsciously feels that she shouldn't ask. After all, the two of them don't know what happened. The atmosphere has been strange these two days.
Jian Yao naturally knows that most of the problems are due to herself, but it is difficult to make some changes. Or, she wants to change, but she doesn't know how to start.
But now, she is rare to get a quiet.
Luo bao'er and Li he have gone out to live in their own double world. She jokingly asks what they are going to do. However, Luo bao'er is also in a cloud. I don't know what kind of moth Li He has. It seems that it's a secret plan, so Jian Yao doesn't ask any more questions.
It seems that Yanting is going to deal with the affairs in the company, leaving Xie Yan alone to play games with Yu Yuan in the big living room, but he always enjoys the time with Yu Yuan.
Jian Yao suddenly felt that it was a wonderful thing in her life for a person to have his own independent thinking consciousness and his own memory.
When Jian Yao was in a daze, she turned around and was startled by the people behind her.
Jian Yao fixed her eyes on her husband, Nan Cheng Yi.
"Nan... Husband, what's the matter with you?" Jian Yao asked subconsciously.
At the beginning of Jian Yao's address, Nan Cheng Mei frowned a little, but she soon adjusted her mind, with a smile in her mouth. But for some reason, Jian Yao felt that there were many emotions in that smile.
"Yao Yao, let's go out."
Nanchengpei said that, without waiting for Jianyao to respond, she took her hand and walked towards the door of the mansion.
After hearing the news, Xie Yan raises his eyes and sees that he is alone again. He complains a few words to Yu Yuan.
"Husband..." Jianyao's voice is weak. She is not afraid. She knows that nanchenghe will not do anything to hurt her, but this kind of moving forward without any clue makes her nervous.
However, before the words were spoken, nanchenghe immediately interrupted what Jianyao was about to ask.
"You'll know when it's time."
Nanchenghe didn't look back, but the strength of holding Jianyao's hand became more and more tight. It seems that he is afraid of something.
Jian Yao couldn't figure out what he would be afraid of when he was such an excellent man as Nan Cheng He? What happened to the company? The only reason she can think of seems to be this, but what does the company's accident have to do with her? If it's really a matter of the company, nanchenghe should find his own assistant.
Before Jianyao could figure out why, she had already been jammed into the car.
The sun had set completely, and the city of Suzhou was covered with lights. Jian Yao feels from the bottom of her heart that she seems to like bright things very much. Is it because my previous experience is too dark? She didn't know.
This kind of powerlessness caused by asking three questions, or asking one's own questions, made Jian Yao feel suffocated. So even though it was cold, Jianyao pressed the window.
The cold wind blows to her face with a piercing pain, but the pain makes Jianyao feel that she is alive instead of being led by the nose. Now, though, she didn't even know where she was going.
However, after carefully reflecting on the temperature and strength of nanchenghe's holding her hand, she felt a kind of inexplicable peace of mind, as if they had held hands like this thousands of times before.
But memories are not her own. She can't tell which is the reality and which is the truth. She can only follow the people around her and move forward little by little according to her only will.
After arriving at her destination, Jian Yao finds herself in Wuyue square, the largest Ferris wheel in Suzhou.
Fog moon square, as the name suggests, can be imagined from its name, a hazy, shrouded in silk translucent, dreamily simply unrealistic.
Even if it is the new year, the whole city is shrouded in a jubilant red, but the atmosphere of Wuyue square is still hazy, which makes people feel beautiful when they look at it.
"Honey, what are we doing here?"
Jian Yao got out of the car and looked at the huge ferris wheel in front of her. She was not the age of a girl, but after losing her previous memory, she was much younger. At this time, looking at the ferris wheel, Jian Yao even has an impulse to feel her own.
However, due to the fact that nanchenghe is on the side, Jianyao is not good enough to put forward her own ideas directly, because she has no idea what the purpose of nanchenghe's coming here is.
Yes, the purpose. In Jian Yao's mind, nanchenghe is a man with strong purpose. He is not careless in handling affairs within the company; After she lost her memory, she went back to her home in order to recover her memory quickly.
It's just that some of his goals have been achieved and some have not.
"Do you want to sit?"
Nan Cheng Yi, like Jian Yao, looks up at the ferris wheel in front of her.
Jian Yao is a little surprised. After all, in her cognition, nanchenghe would not do such childish things, but the result is totally different from what she thought.
However, Jianyao nodded her head cleverly.
Looking at her face, I don't know whether it's frozen red or flushed with excitement, the corner of her mouth is slightly raised. Jian Yao knows that this is the smile from the heart of nanchenghe.
"Let's go then."
Nanchenghe holds Jianyao in his arms, the same as before. The familiar touch came again, and the smell of Cologne water in her nostrils. For the first time, Jianyao was at a loss when she got along with nanchenghe.
It looks like a shy girl.
Jian Yao secretly looks in the direction of nanchenghe. Although he is a father, his eyebrows and eyes are as clear as a teenager, and his nose is very straight. I don't know what ability I had at that time, but I let such an excellent man stay by my side.
Thinking of this, Jian Yao couldn't help laughing. It seems that this is not bad.